Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art & Fretted Music
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				Title: <strong>Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 06:59:01</strong>
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				<div align="center">Welcome to Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music<br><br>Sit down, Shut up, and Hang on<br><br></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Vernon 'Bull Whip' Hardy<br>30 yrs old,&nbsp; 6 foot, 240 lbs <br><br>Assistant and Substitute teacher<br>American <br>San Francisco Leather Riders from Hell&nbsp; </td><td>(http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt158/simgoboy/VernonBWHardy.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 07:13:23</strong>
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				After a first stressful day,Lily woke early and headed to her first class. She entered quietly and sat in the back of the room. She opened her notebook and waited for others to arrive. She hadn't make any friends yet so maybe someone would talk to her before class started. 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 15:52:34</strong>
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				<strong>Charlotte</strong><br><br>Charlie walked slowly into the room, her eyes wide, she had that look of a a frightened rabbit, caught in the headlights of a car.&nbsp; She dreaded classes, she was terrified what would happen, after everything that had happened in the few days she had been here Charlotte was not going to be surprised.&nbsp; She was quite looking forward to music, or maybe Art, if that was what was being taught.&nbsp; <br><br>Entering the room she saw one other student and the teacher, she didnt like teachers, they hurt her, they humiliated and took things from her she didnt want them too.&nbsp; But she had no choice, she was here for a while.&nbsp; She sat next to the other girl, giving her a shy smile.&nbsp; "Hi" she said softly, not looking at the man who was obviously the teacher, she didnt like them at all.<br><br><strong>Evie</strong><br><br>"What a fucking joke" Evie said loudly as she walked towards the classroom in the poor excuse of a school uniform.&nbsp; &nbsp; She hated this place and she would not do what they wanted without a fight.<br><br>She got to class and pushed the door open roughly, it swung in and banged against something behind it.&nbsp; "Oh what a shame...not" she hissed, stalking in.&nbsp; She ignored anyone in the room and moved to the other side of the room from the two there already.&nbsp; And as for the teacher, fuck them.&nbsp; &nbsp;She sat <em>ON</em> a desk, swinging her legs, glaring around the room,&nbsp; she didnt care, what was he gonna do to her?&nbsp; She didnt care that he could do almost anything, Evie was still not playing by the rules and she wanted to see how far she could go.<br><br>"Oh what fun, a fucking art class" she growled, glaring at the teacher.&nbsp; "What art is it?&nbsp; What pretty pictures you can make with a belt?&nbsp; Or a hand?" she hissed, her tone sarcastic.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 01:21:46</strong>
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				Vernon B. W. Hardy figured he'd let them sort out seats while he looked for a class assignment. After all this was a probationary teaching position. He had no idea how long Contessa Shaw or whatever the hell her title was would let him stay. The limey's were damn annoying. With all the polite thank you crap going on it was hard to figure out what they really meant. <br><br>'We shall see' she had said. What the hell did that mean?&nbsp; Vern had told her that he could see just fine.&nbsp; Damn fine in fact and if she'd just point him to a class room he'd handle things in there just fine too. He expect rugby or something heavy.<br><br>Art. What the fuck was that? He was looking thru a national geographic he'd snitched from the health clinic when they made him get his rabies shots. Bastards.&nbsp; At least the mag had pictures he could kinda wangle thru. <br><br>He was looking real hard trying to decide between finger paintin and creative spit tuning when one of the bitches broke thru the door like the wrong end of a bar room brawl. <br><br>Vern closed the mag and pushed it aside. She wanted a scrap. He was just that kind of butt wad to make her fuckin wish come true. He stood. Took off his jacket to reveal a white dress shirt with no sleeves.&nbsp; His left forearm had a flame celtic red tribal tattoo.&nbsp; The other was a coiled rattle snake. He removed his tie and laid it neatly on the desk before opening the shirt down to his narrow hips. <br><br>Adjusting the thick black belt and Harley Biker Buckle in soft brush bronze briefly. He reached into his pocket and put the brass knuckles on the desk so he wasn't tempted. This was his first day. Squaring his stance he rolled his shoulders forward and walked toward the back of the room toward the one occupant sitting on the desk.<br><br>"Now I don't know what the fuck hole you climbed out of this mornin, Missy" Vern said calm as an ice lake. "But by the time I get to you if you ain't up and closin that door real gentle I'm gonna use you like a dry eraser on that door until you do."<br><br>"So think about it," He warned and his eyes said he meant it. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 01:37:05</strong>
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				Lily immediately recognized the girl who sat next to her. It was the girl from the glass house. Lily wouldn't say anything about it, she didn't want to embarass the girl any further. "Hi, I'm Lily.", she looked back down biting her lip. She didn't say much more as the loud girl with the attitude stormed in the room. She had been bound to her previously with Nailor, but could not remember her name. God she was loud.<br><br>She watched as the big 'beast' was there in the front of the room. He caught wind of the loud one and began to deal with her. Lily stayed quiet as a mouse, praying to god this scary guy would get no where near her.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 11:01:52</strong>
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				<strong>Charlotte</strong><br><br>Charlotte smiled nervously at Lily, "I'm Charlotte" she said softly, keenly aware of the student who had slammed into the room like a bull in a china shop.&nbsp; She watched fearfully as the ape moved, a shudder running through her body.&nbsp; "I think we need to stay very very still and quiet" she whispered, "maybe we can slink into the corner, do you think he would stop us?" she asked, hating the way he was now advancing on the mouthy brat.<br><br><strong>Evie</strong><br><br>If there was one thing that made Evie misbehave it was a man who had that bad boy appeal.&nbsp; And the man standing in front of the room sure had that as he removed his jacket and tie.&nbsp; She felt her insides churn as he revealed thickly muscled arms and tattoos.&nbsp; She melted a bit at that, licking her lips, her body was fired up for battle.&nbsp; And he was about to get a full attack.<br><br>"Screw you" she hissed at him, her eyes flashing dangerously as her hand gripped something, it was a pot of paint, closed, but it might not be when launched.&nbsp; She threw it at him in a swift, hard throw, watching as it sailed towards him, "you dont fucking scare me you ape" she said, "you are the rest of your kind here at this place dont know who you are fucking with" she told him, not moving, watching every move he made.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll make you sorry if you so much as touch me" she growled at him in a dangerous tone.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 23:52:55</strong>
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				Oh, so it was baseball, Vern thought as he saw her wind up.&nbsp; He wasn't amused but he didn't stop her. He could have but what's the fun in that. She wanted a cage match and he was just the wrestler to give her one.&nbsp; <br><br>The hand size container of paint whipped thru the air like a bullet.&nbsp; Vern waited until the last possible moment. His arm shot out.&nbsp; The paint container disappeared in his palm in mid flight as thought it had not even been there at all.<br><br>&nbsp;His brows furrowed deeper and one side of his thin lips curled up in a smirk. He kept coming towards her. But stopped briefly to slammed the paint container on the desk where the other two sat.<br><br>His voice like the sound of tires spinning on gravel. Deep with lots of rough spots. Definitely not a singing voice. A voice that could be heard over the blast of a jet engine or a Mosh pit at a Thrash Heavy Metal HellBastard Concert.<br><br>His eyes like barrels of a 45. Both trained on the two other students. <br><br>"Take this. UP front. Large sheet ah drawin paper. Make me somethin pretty. GO!!" then he forgot about them.<br><br>B W turned his head to the little princess in the barbie-shopped-at-Second-Life-for-a-fashion-faux-pas outfit. Not enough pussy or tits showing in his opinion. <br><br>His pupils dilate as he sizes up the desk she sat on.&nbsp; Then her. He walks over like the coming of redemption. He stopped at kicking distance. And that's what he did.<br><br>" I said close the fuckin door gently," Vern growled.<br><br>He snapped his leg out like he was kicking over a goal post. The spit polished hobnail steel toed boot caught that wooden leg squarely mid point. It broke like the fall of Europe. The desk and all it's contents crashed down to the floor as he watched. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 00:06:08</strong>
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				Lily whispered to Charlotte, "Maybe looks like he has his hands full." That's when she saw it, the paint flying across the room. Lily looked on in horror, it was like a slow motion scene in a movie. When she saw him catch it without even a thought, Lily gasped. She wanted to crawl into her skin and then she shot a look their way. <br><br>"God, make something?", she whispered to Charlotte again. "I don't know how to paint." Lily strangely found comfort in Charlotte, maybe because she felt sympathy, maybe because they were two of a kind. Lily slowly rose from the desk trembling, worried that she didn't know what to do. Maybe Charlotte would help her out some how. That other girl was in for a world of trouble, and Lily wanted to stay as far away from her as possible.
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 14:50:12</strong>
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				Madison walked stiffly down the halls in the same outfit she had been wearing the day before, black sweats, a t-shirt, and the black hoodie with stars. The night had been painful, apparently the headmistress wasn't too happy with her choice to run from the assembly and left the girl hanging by her wrists for the majority of the night alone. Any marks left on her body were now covered, but she would be damned if they thought they could take her clothes and wear that poor excuse they call a uniform. There seemed to be a lot of commotion coming from the classroom she had been directed to and unfortunately for Maddie she was late. That lead to the possibility of more punishment. Perhaps when all is said and done, she wouldn't care about being exposed to others anymore, though that was a longshot.<br><br>Standing in the doorway she had to cover her mouth from screaming out when the brute of a teacher kicked the leg of the desk. Before she knew what happened she was by Evie's side, gripping her arm to keep her from falling. "What the fuck is your issue?"
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 17:32:56</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>The man was a fucking retard, that was the only way she could think of describing him.&nbsp; She almost burst out laughing when he sent the "Scaredy Twins" off to pain, this guy was just something else.&nbsp; &nbsp;Impressed wasnt the word when he caught the paint pot, and a buzz of delight tore threw her.&nbsp; She felt her sex dampen and knew this guy was gonna get her FULL attention.&nbsp; She smirked as he approached her, her eyes soaking in his body, the way he moved.&nbsp; She wasnt expecting him to kick the desk away.&nbsp; It all happened so quickly..<br><br>He kicked, she was so sure she should be fulling but then Maddi was there, holding her, keeping her on her feet.&nbsp; She looked at Maddi, "good timing girl." She said softly, "have you met the latest addition to the faculty here?" She asked her, "they out did themselves with this one" she said to her, looking back at the ape, "I dont know what zoo he came from but he is gonna be fun." She said, taunting him even further.<br><br><strong>Charlotte</strong><br><br>Poor little Charlotte!! The girl nearly pissed herself when he caught the paint pot.&nbsp; She was terrified of him.&nbsp; When he spoke to her and Lily she almost did it again, her bladder control was being tested today.&nbsp; She looked at Lily, "I guess we just go and see what happens, at least we're out of his way" she whispered, taking Lily's hand and moving to the front.<br><br>THere was a large sheet of paper and the two girls placed it on a desk, selecting some paints they opened them.&nbsp; Then Madison walked in and they looked at each other and groaned, things were gonna go from bad to worse rapidly.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 23:30:30</strong>
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				B.W. figured he had set things straight with the other two students. They'd be fun to play with later. Let 'em meet Harley and Jethro. Right now he really needed them to stay clear and keep busy while he dealt with the interruption. <br><br>He was about to do that as he watched the desk crash and Evie drop like a brick from a two story building.&nbsp; &nbsp;But the door pushed open and a black wardrobe full of spit and vinegar entered. <br><br>Now things were gettin excitin, Vern thought as he eyed the Goth Commando Princess as the black clad heroine dashed over to catch his meal of the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>Vern turned his full attention to the tag team duo. They stood together like wind chimes in a tornado. <br><br>"You!!!" Pointing to Madison.<br><br>"Comin intah my house, snugglin up to Killer Barbie and actin ah damn fool!!" B W bellowed at the new addition, "What the hell are you thinkin?" <br><br>He turned his gaze to the instigator of this whole mess. "And you!" <br><br>There was only one way to handle them. Vern did not hesitate. <br><br>He hurtled towards them and suddenly realized that all three of them were about to crash over lots of desks and chairs. <br><br>It was gonna be a train wreck. Vern loved full body contact sports like hockey,&nbsp; roller derby, and Two-dollar-pitchers-ladies-drink-free Wednesdays.&nbsp; This topped it all. Where else could a man go and whomp up on so much tit and ass? <br><br>He was tickled to think that art class held so much promise. He was pleasantly surprised to learn it was far more than a stick with animal hair at one end and bits of crush umber in a water filled container.<br><br>&nbsp;The three of them were about to become artists.&nbsp; He leaped at them intent on full body contact hoping to tackle them hip high. <br><br>In his leap, Vern was gently nudging past several rows of desks and chair sets as he hurled towards the girls holding each other close. The equipment came in contact with his broad shoulders. The light tap sent the furniture flying across the room like the eruption of a dormant volcano.<br><br>His eyes on the targets. His arms reaching out for the both of them and at the same time he howled a battle cry. <br><br>"HERE KITTY KITTY KITTY!!"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 12:35:33</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>"OH FUCK" were the words that went through Evie's head as she saw the Bull rushing them.&nbsp; She looked at Madi but things moved so fast, before she could really react the tables went flying, the items on the tables scattered across the floor and the two girls were in a mass of arms and legs as they hit the ground hard.&nbsp; Evie gasped loudly, the air rushing from her lungs.&nbsp; What kind of imbecile had they found this time?&nbsp; Talk about a fucktard!!!<br><br>"OH fuck it you great oaf, get off me" she screamed, bringing her knee up, trying to find the jewels.&nbsp; He weighed a fucking ton...<br><br><strong>Charlotte</strong><br><br>"Ignore them, ignore them, maybe they will go away" she whispered to Lily, turning her back on the ruckass behind her, "lets paint, I don't care what it is, but just paint and let them do what they like" she said urgently, "this is some messed up place" she muttered, dipping her finger in the paint, "No brushes, so here goes"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 15:49:34</strong>
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				Lily turned to Charlotte, "Yeah I know, god this place scares the heck out of me. They are all crazy. I don't k ow why my parents ever sent me here." Lily then began to draw something, but it was hard to use just fingers. She wanted to do a pond scene with swans and such but it was looking not as refined as she wanted it to be.
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 14:31:54</strong>
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				Madison didn't know what hit her until she was on the ground gasping for air, Evie's arm somewhere under her, while her own was twisted back, a leg contorted and off to the side somewhere, and a great big rock of a teacher on top. "You're a bigger ape than those damned security! Get the hell off of me you animal!" she growled, using her free arm to push up on the teacher.<br><br>Chairs and desks were around and under them, some poking painfully into her back and sides. How bones weren't broken she didn't understand, but wouldn't complain.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 22:52:53</strong>
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				Vern roared with laughter as the pelts from the kicks landed against his steel cod piece.&nbsp; Document protector, the wrestler had told him. Protects what shouldn't be bent, broken or mangled he was told. Vern wore it like a crucifix and even had it blessed by a coven of witches when the flight stopped over in Newark, New Jersey.&nbsp; <br><br>Document protector he'd told the security at the air port. He even dropped his drawers to show 'em and although a little old raisin in her wheel chair offered to pay if they would let him take it off right there they told him to pull 'em up and move along.<br><br>Something was thumping his chest. Vern focused on the two wailing on him. His hand going for the hair of one and the black T shirt at the nap of the neck for the other. Then he stood.&nbsp; He rose up like a mountain with them both in a hand.<br><br>Killer Barbie was flailing her legs and Goth Commando Princess was still trying to push against him. It felt like rain drops. He'd been hit harder by snow balls, albeit, laced with rocks but still. <br><br>Vern gave 'em both a good shake. It was meant to get the kinks out. He scowled and looked from one to the other. <br><br>His voice like the last judgment, "Who wants to be first?"<br><br>He'd be gettin to the quiet ones pretty quick. Quicker than they might want.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 23:04:17</strong>
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				Madison's cheast heaved as her legs flailed with the shake, a ball of spit soon leaving her mouth to land wherever the force took it. "Go fuck yourself in a dark corner somewhere dipshit," she snarled, looking over at Evie. This guy reminded her of a cowboy, but a terrible one. This was all turning to mayhem far too quickly.<br><br>"Evie what the hell happened before I came in?"
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 23:37:16</strong>
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				Evie kicked as he grabbed her hair, she screamed as he stood, her hair pulling, her body dangling.&nbsp; She tried to kick but he seemed just impervious to it all.&nbsp; She looked at Madison, "I was just making polite conversation and the fucking freak lost it" she said, trying to reach for his ears, wanting to get free.<br><br>"Fucking put us down you twat" she screamed, reaching out, trying to grad him, but not having much luck.
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 16:26:11</strong>
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				Madison was used to being man-handled, it was typical that the men in her life threw her around and did as they wished. She looked at Evie and shook her head, "Sounds about right with this damned school and their crazy ideas on who should teach. I bet these oafs don't even have a degree," she groaned, the muscles in her neck twitching and tightening under the teacher's grip.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 06:30:54</strong>
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				Vern was giving them another shake but that wasn't going to last much longer before they figured something out between them. It was time for a little humility and fear to take over.&nbsp; No harm unless they both got lethal. <br><br>Who went where, Vern thought as he worked it out quickly. He needed a major component or two. Well one for sure and looked over at the wicker basket and lid sitting quietly on the floor beside the window.&nbsp; Then he smiled. Oh yeah.<br><br>He turned his head to the quiet girls painting. The little one with the deer in the headlight look wasn't going to work.&nbsp; The other one, making some damn duck or something. That's the one he wanted to do the fetch and carry.<br><br>"Hey you!!" Vern growled at Lily without knowing her name. "Duck girl!! Yeah you. Nice duck. Now pick up that basket real careful and walk with it to that corner with the hooks and rings. That one there.&nbsp; Yeah!!&nbsp; Put that basket on the desk and wait there till I tell you what else to do."<br><br>Vern turned his piercing look to the pair of Goth- retro killers. He looked from one to the other making up his mind. Then grinned evilly at Evie. "Your first. Let's talk about the door."<br><br>Vern moved like a seriously thrilled green giant, minus the green, striding towards the door. His target, the hook high up on the middle of the door. His weapon the little banshee trying to scratch off the first two layer of skin from his forearm to the knuckles of his hand. She tickled him, she was so rabid when she was upset. <br><br>Vern lifted her up by one hand and hooked her by her bra, and the clothes at her back. It wasn't going to be enough to hold her for long so he unbuckled his black leather belt with the Harley Rider buckle and with one hand made a neat slipnot under her arms and set the belt on the hook.&nbsp; He stepped back admiring his work while the little goth princess in his other arm tried to kick the dog shit out of his leg.<br><br>&nbsp;Vern eyed the little devil on the door, "Don't go away sweet thing I'll be back!"<br><br>It was now time for girlfriend number two. Vern's eyes narrow on Madison, "Yah ain't wearin ah uniform. You know what that means."<br><br>Vern carried her like she was a pissed off cat. Holding her out arms length and letting her chew up his thigh with her shoes as he walked her over to the corner.&nbsp; <br><br>It was the first time Vern looked around to see if the duck girl did what he told her.&nbsp; He looked for Lily to be standing near the corner beside the desk with the wicket basket on top. He was going to chain and strip the lovely goth commando. Then introduce her to the basket.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 13:07:05</strong>
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				Plain and simple Lily was scared. She watched the whole scene play out with the girls and the neanderthal. He was down right freaking her out. Why didn't those girls just stay quiet? With desks and chairs knocked over, Lily put her head back down to paint. That was until he yelled at her. At her! <br><br>Christ, ok basket. Lily looked over at it and walked slowly to it. Ok what the hell was in this basket? Lily picked up the basket and put it on the desk. No way was she gonna defy this guy. She looked to Charlotte and shrugged her shoulders. Hopefully he would keep his focus on the other two and leave her and Charlotte alone.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 21:49:02</strong>
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				Madison screamed in frustration, he was worse than the others and somehow had the arm length and height to make any form of attack or defense next to impossible. This was not at all how she intended today to be. As long as none had forced her into an uncomfortable position she had planned to be the good little girl everyone thought Maddy should be. Of course with Evie around she felt more confident- strength in numbers she supposed. Besides, they had each other's back, somewhat. It was too soon to tell.<br><br>The neanderthal hollared across the room to one of the more impressionable girls. Poor thing was doing everything she could to keep him from turning his attention to her and he just made her jump out of her skin. It looked like Lily's mind was running a mile a minute. "For christ's sakes! Do you really need to yell at her? She isn't even doing anything wrong! You can get more accomplished without throwing your fucking weight around!"<br><br>She was shocked to then see him carry them both with ease towards the door where the then proceeded to hang and bind Evie to the door by nothing more than her shirt and his belt.&nbsp; This guy was legit crazy! Her hands were next to join in the assault on the teacher as she grabbed, twisted and scratched whatever her hands managed to grip, her legs aimed higher.<br><br>Madison growled at his mention of the uniform, "Yah damned skippy I'm not wearing that sorry excuse for clothing! There's no way in hell I'd put that on." Her eyes narrowed to meet his, showing her lack of fear. Within a matter of a couple days she had gotten over the fear of what they could do to her. She'd just turn that into the same hate and anger that made her parents decide to send her away. <em>Rules were just meant to be broken</em><br><br>She wasn't sure what caveman cowboy was thinking but Maddy knew that it involved that basket. A giggle escaped her lips, her eyes shooting daggers. "Put me down, now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:29:33</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Fuck.&nbsp; The guy was a total twat.&nbsp; She growled as he ordered Lily around, and then she growled some more when the girl actually did what the damn ape said.&nbsp; She glared back at him as he turned his attention to her.&nbsp; Damn he had dangerous eyes.&nbsp; Something about them just rippled through her and she gulped, "fucking let me go you ape" she growled at him, her eyes narrowing as she continued to try and slap him, scratch, anything but he certainly had long, neanderthal type arms.&nbsp; She didn't think they dragged on the floor as he walked, but they seemed long enough to.<br><br>She fought as best she could, kicking, screaming, trying to gouge at him, but he held her that little bit too far to get him.&nbsp; She felt him hook her bra strap onto the door and she screamed again, "fucking arsehole, let me down, let me fucking down you fucking wanker" she spat, her eyes throwing daggers at him.<br><br>He undid his belt and then looped it around her, under her arms.&nbsp; He then secured that to the hook, leaving her hanging on the door. She kicked at it with her heels, screaming, "let me off you fucking Neanderthal twat" she growled, " you mother fucking cunt let me go" she continued to scream, hating him, but damn she was so turned on.&nbsp; Her cunt was so wet, she wanted him to fuck her hard, to rip her virginity from her and then show her just how much he wanted to control her.&nbsp; &nbsp;God he was driving her insane.<br><br><strong>Charlotte</strong><br><br>Charlotte tried to focus on painting, but with all the racket in the room she couldn't concentrate on what she was trying to do.&nbsp; She whimpered as he ordered Lily to do something.&nbsp; Her eyes went wide and she looked around frantically.&nbsp; The desk was nearest, and Charlotte, so sore and terrified after yesterday, darted under the desk.&nbsp; <br><br>She caught sight of the milk churn next to her, but she didn't think anything of it, it was an art classroom after all. It could be used as something they have to draw.&nbsp; Settling under the desk Charlotte pulled her legs up, watching the apeman as he dealt with her classmates and wishing she could get out of here before he turned his attention to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 06:09:27</strong>
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				Killer Barbie was having a melt down on the door hook. He gave her a grin. She used words that would make a sailor blush. She was gonna be all kinds of fun later.&nbsp; It was Goth Commando's turn now. <br><br>The duck girl was standing as directed. Good thing, he'd hate to stop what he was doing to fold her into a pretzel. Vern gave her a long stare of what was meant to be approval.&nbsp; Rabid dogs wore that kind of look only Vern wasn't drooling yet.<br><br>"Good girl," Vern said to Lily.<br><br>B W Hardy was on a mission. His mission was to get some order in the classroom. He was willing to do whatever it took. He figured it was gonna take a lot. <br><br>Vern had been in biker bars with less fighting. But he had always brought Jethro with him.&nbsp; Jethro seemed to enjoy the excitement. His kind love motion and moved with it in a way that seemed like he was hypnotized by it. Maybe it was the throbbing bet of the music or maybe it was the movement itself. Whatever it was Jethro kept things running calm and trouble makers moving or they got bit.<br><br>This classroom was his dream come true. He took long strides carrying Madison to the corner. His hand on the 8 foot long chain that was attached to the wall about her height. He clipped it firmly to her collar and shook her once more. His voice booming.<br><br>"Baby you're about to meet my little friend," Vern told her and tore her top open with his bare hands. He pulled the pieces down to her elbows and took a few steps away.<br><br>Vern's eyes never left Madison as he barked orders to Lily," Duck girl!!"<br><br>"Carefully take the top off that wicker basket, then back away from the desk slowly." <br><br>Then Vern waited. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 14:53:49</strong>
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				Lily watched the scene unfold in front of her. She was so scared for the two girls. She saw one get hung on a hook- dear god. The other was being held in a vice grip by the goon in the room. She smiled as both girls came to her defense in their own way. Then she looked for Charlotte, where the hell did she go? Then she spied her under a desk. <br><br>When his gaze turned to Lily she nearly jumped out of her skin. Ok she had done well, maybe he would leave he alone. Nope. No chance of that. When she was instructed, Lily took the lid from the basket and held it in front of her like a shield, backing away slowly from it, wondering what the devil was in that basket exactly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 22:42:42</strong>
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				If Madison wasn't liking this guy before, now it was all going to change. There had been something strangely familiar about the wicker basket. It resembled something ahe had seen somewhere before, where never really clicking until the lip came off. The opening and size reminded her of the snake charmers where they played their recorders and cobras came slithering out. <em>Oh god!</em> she thought, her body trembling, the clink of the chain locking on her collar going unnoticed. <em>Please don't let it be a snake. Please please please please PLEASE! Don't let it be a snake.</em> Madison nearly screamed, but kept the thought to herself.<br><br>If there was one thing the girl hated as much as spiders, it was snakes. Boas and pythons were alright, even little garden snakes were tolerable, but anything else would send her shrieking in the other direction. Her eyes locked on the basket and didn't leave, she wanted to know what was in the basket and wanted to know right then and there. "Hey mister! Got some barbie dolls in there or something?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 01:18:48</strong>
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				The basket moved. The slight bouncing motion did not disturb Jethro. Jethro had tolerated worse. Jethro had been placed down a relaxed fit pant leg to be taken thru customs and then put in a lap top back pack next to the mouse and charger.<br><br>&nbsp;Even that did not disturb Jethro. Once up a time Jethro had been wrapped around the handles bars of a Harley Hog to guard it. That had bothered Jethro and he had let everyone know it. <br><br>Jethro was mildly curious as his warm hidey place came to rest again.&nbsp; When the&nbsp; top of the wicker basket opened up and warm sunlight shined across it and warmed his faint pale yellow bands down the length of his body, he had to find out what the hell Vern was up to now.<br><br>His large tan head was in the shape of a V. His tongue flicked out tasting the air as he rose up and up and up from the basket. Uncoiling 4 feet of his length. He raised up the anterior portion of his body and flattened his neck just to let everyone know not to fuck with him while he was checking things out. <br><br>Not that he was a celebrity at all.&nbsp; There was no Paparazzi looking thru the blinds to take a snap shot. He was just himself. A 7 foot King Cobra out for a peek at the world he'd been drop into.&nbsp; Not surprising he focused on the movement in the corner trying to figure out what to make of her. <br><br>Vern grinned as he announced, "Ladies this here is Jethro.&nbsp; Don't upset him. He's got keen eye sight.&nbsp; But he does love to dance with someone. "<br><br>&nbsp;"So look here Goth Goddess," Vern said cheerfully to Madison, "Dance a little so he don't get pissed off and bite!"<br><br>Vern turned around to the others, "Anyone else wanna screw up an find themselves dancing with Jethro for a while?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 01:33:12</strong>
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				Ok that was all Lily had to see. The head of the snake emerged amd Lily was the closest. She pressed her body to the wall and began walking sideways away from the snake, still holding the top of the basket. Lily made it all the way past Charlotte and was now between her and Evie. Lily was shaking as she watched the large good demand the girl dance.<br><br>&nbsp;<em>Just do it, good lord do it before we all get killed!</em>Lily thought to herself. She didn't move any further, god knows she didn't want that snake turned on her. She was ready to pass out from fear, if that snake lashed out, Lily would probably hit the floor like a ton of bricks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 19:49:23</strong>
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				Madison screamed and screamed as loud as she could, that wasn't just a snake, that was a cobra if had ever seen one and oh god it was HUGE! She locked eyes on it and slipped as far away from the thing as she could until the chain pulled tight. That's when she had noticed that she had been chained with the loop on her collar to something on the wall. "Unhook me! Please!" This wasn't supposed to happen, her worst fear wasn't supposed to be used to punish her. It wasn't good, her body was shaking like a leaf and her only possible aids were both hiding, Evie being unable to do anything wasn't to blame.<br><br>Vern had said something about dancing and Madison's eyes flicked down to her feet, her exposed stomach and chest heaving in the light. "You damned bastard! That was my good sweater! How dare you just tear my fucking clothes, oh I swear I-i'll-" her voice dropped off as her body began to sway to an unknown rhythm in her head, it was the best dancing any of them would get.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 21:49:03</strong>
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				<strong>Charlotte</strong><br><br>Charlotte staued hidden under the desk, her hands over her ears as she tried to block out the noise.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, she didnt want to be here, but she couldnt leave.&nbsp; She didnt know what to do.&nbsp; Every time she closed her eyes she saw those boys, saw Goodfellow.&nbsp; &nbsp; She couldnt do anything but huddle in the corner, not paying any attention to what was going on.&nbsp; She was struggling to not cry, to not be over powered by her sadness.&nbsp; she did feel said, she hadnt to think about what had happened to her yesterday.&nbsp; She had been used as a lesson and she didnt like that.<br><br>She gulped, her body tremble.&nbsp; She couldnt forget the feeling, how those men had made her feel, how used, how much pain she had in her heart.&nbsp; She wanted to be alone, to cry.&nbsp; She couldnt face any of those involved in that......she didnt even know what to call it.&nbsp; She felt sick and she felt tear fill her eyes.&nbsp; She had no idea what was happen around her, all she knew was the fact that she hurt, and she didnt know who to stop hurting...<br><br><strong>Evie</strong><br><br>"Oh fuck that" Evie hissed quietly, she couldnt beleive what she saw from the basket.&nbsp; A fucking cobra, the guy was a total nut case, he was a total loon.&nbsp; She couldnt beleive he had a deadly repile here.&nbsp; What the fuck was his problem?&nbsp; She glared at him, that look at Madison.&nbsp; She didnt know what to say, all she could do was stay still and quiet, there was no way she was gonna let that fucker bite her.&nbsp; She swallowed and watched, her eyes watching the snake carefully, she wasnt sure what the arsewhole was thinking.&nbsp; Where it ever legal?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 01:00:12</strong>
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				It appeared that Vern had their undivided attention. Or rather his agent Jethro had the three of the four's undivided attention. Vern would take care of the fourth one soon enough. <br><br>With Jethro's spectacular entrance he had sorted out the mouthy from the stupidly brave.&nbsp; There was none of the latter present in the room. All were mouthy and smart enough to shut the hell up and do what Vern told them when confronted by an act of nature. <br><br>That would come in handy for the fire drill, Vern thought as he watch Madison begin to undulate her body. <br><br>"We need some music," Vern said pleasantly and held up his cell phone as he speed dialed. <br><br>Guns n Roses Sweet Child of mine came screaming Vern's hand. It was Jethro's favorite. Vern had the volume up all the way. It echoed in the room. The song had Jethro dancing at where do we go! He was doing the wave with his body. His hood furled and unfurled as he moved with the seamless rhythm of Madison's own body.<br><br>"I was here to do art but hell no!! You two wanted to do biology." Vern grinned evily. "Let's do biology!!"<br><br>"Strip the rest off," Vern called to Madison.&nbsp; She had nice tits. Nice and perky. He definitely wanted to see what she had in the trunk.<br><br>Vern turned to Lily with the lid of the wicker. "YOU! Duck girl!!"<br><br>He pointed an accusing finger at Lily, "Put the lid down on the desk an strip our lovely door knocker!! An hurry up!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 01:14:34</strong>
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				The sound of Guns and Roses made it much easier to dance and keep the snake happy. No matter what she had wished, the threat of a painful, venomous snake bite kept her moving. Without thinking she shook the tattered remains of her sweater and shirt to the floor, her arms coming to cross over her breasts as a shield. There was no way she would strip for the teacher. She had done that once before with results she didn't enjoy. It wouldn't happen this time around.<br><br>She heard him call to Lily and order her to strip Evie. Enough was enough as she called out to the girl, "You gonna do what he says or think for yourself for once? Get a backbone perhaps?" The words were cold and harsh, but it made no sense to do the teacher's bidding, they were never satisfied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 02:08:00</strong>
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				Lily hated Guns and Roses, t was such a horrible band. At least the dancing girl found it easy to move to. Lily was surprised that the girl took off the sweater and didn't follow orders like she was told to. Lily's eyes darted from the snake to the dancer. This was awful. Then she saw a finger pointed at her. Crap. Strip Evie? Dear god, no! <br><br>Just as Lily was about to move to Evie, snake charmer girl barked at her. Backbone? This coming from the girl dancing half naked in front of a snake to eighties hair metal. Really? Did she think that Lily would tale advice from her? No way was Lily going to find herself in that position! Lily moved to Evie and looked into her eyes. "I am so sorry," she whispered. "Please forgive me." Lily was genuinely sorry for this, but she had her own hide to think of. <br><br>Lily made quick work of Evie's clothes, never looking up at Evie again. She just couldn't face her. When she was done, she moved back to the wall and hoped that he would leave her alone and stop calling her "Duck girl", they were damn swans not ducks!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 02:46:43</strong>
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				Shit Evie thought as the goon barked orders.&nbsp; Madi was busy dancing, she would make a good lap dancer at the rate she was going.&nbsp; As long as the snake didnt try to tuck $20 in her panties all would be fine!! But damn him, a fucking snake?&nbsp; Most normal folks had dogs, cats, maybe a hamster.&nbsp; But A SNAKE....<br><br>Evie glared at him as he told Lily to strip her, she looked at the girl and gave her a small smile, "its not your fault Lily, do as you're told, dont want snake man getting to you" she told the girl, glaring back at goon.<br><br>Lily quickly stripped her and Evie was soon naked hanging on the door.&nbsp; FUCKING DOOR KNOCKER...what was this fucker doing?&nbsp; She wasnt quite sure what she would learn with this prick, but it could be interesting.&nbsp; She wondered if his trouser snake was as impressive as his Cobra!!!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 19:23:47</strong>
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				Jethro was swaying and weaving as Madison danced. His hood opened and close to Madison's heart beat. The forked tongue flicked in the air with excitement. Jethro was practically falling out of the basket on every fourth beat. Edging closer to the dancing girl as the taste of fear increased. The heat from her driving instinct and biology. Jethro slipped out of the basket, three foot of his coils on the desk the other four still dancing. <br><br>Vern glanced over to Lily and Evie. He focused on Lily first, "You, Duck girl. Strip and fold all those cloths neatly on a desk!"<br><br>Vern turned his attention back to the dancers as he hit the speed dial just before the song ended. Sammy Hagar's Heavy Metal.&nbsp; It was up beat. <br><br>His arm reached out to cover that belly that hung on the door. His fingers stroked over her. It was time to hear what kinds of other sounds Evie could make. Then he'd break her from comin into his class like she was god.<br><br>"Hey Princess!" Vern called to Madison. "I'm gonna tease the hell outta Killer Barbie until you strip or Jethro slithers over to give you a snaky tongue deep throat. He's a horny prick!"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 20:01:53</strong>
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				Lily's eyes grew wide as the goon&nbsp; told her to strip. She wildly shook her head 'no'. She didn't do anything wrong, why should she strip. "They are swans, not ducks," she belted out without thinking. She was tired of him calling her "Duck girl". She cowered once again as the words slipped from her lips. She never spoke up, but the scene in front of her was unnerving. <br><br>One girl dancing to calm a snake, Evie getting ready to be 'played' by him, poor Charlotte hiding. "You sir are out of place, threatening us with a poisonous snake."'God what was happening? Lily never ever stood up for herself, let alone others. She was terrified that someone would get bit and die, that was what was happening. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins, both fear and courage, albeit at the wrong time, took over her brain. She stood there, arms folded, shaking like a leaf. She was a standing contradiction. Hopefully she didn't stir the pot too much, but she felt like someone had to stand up for the other girls. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 20:27:20</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Evie gulped as she hung naked on the door, her eyes focused on the snake as it slithered from the basket.&nbsp; She could see the ape moving round to where she was hanging on the door, she hated this, naked, her body displayed for him.&nbsp; Her nipples were hard, and she was growing wetter.&nbsp; Evie had never had much to do with sex.&nbsp; This place had already opened her eyes, she wondered what he would make of her if he felt and found out she was a virgin, would he take her?&nbsp; Would he pop her cherry? <br><br>His hand causally caressed her belly and she gulped as ripples of pleasure swamped her.&nbsp; She held a whimper in.&nbsp; She didn't want him to realise how turned on she was.&nbsp; Not yet anyway.<br><br>Then Lily actually developed a back bone as Madison had suggested and Evie was amazed.&nbsp; She grinned, "go Lily, but you realise Ape here isn't gonna be happy?" Evie said, feeling delighted that Lily was about to be drawn into a world of the apeman.&nbsp; She couldn't wait to see what he would do to her.<br><br>Charlotte was still cowering under the desk....and the snake was now on the desk, happily dancing with Madison.&nbsp; The fucker was actually enjoying itself.&nbsp; She hoped the ape could control the damn thing, but how the fuck did you control a snake?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 22:05:56</strong>
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				With the new song Madison couldn't keep up. Even the threat of the snake couldn't keep her moving. The only way she could dance was if it were to music she knew and liked. Unfortunately as she realized after returning to her room the night before, someone had confiscated anything that Mr. Blackstone hadn't already. Her body stilled and she pulled on the chain. What sort of sick game was this man playing with a live venomous snake? "Get this chain off me and the snake away, then we'll talk," she muttered to the teacher, smiling at Lily for finding her voice. Madison didn't want Evie tormented, but there was no way she would strip with a seven foot snake slithering towards her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 00:58:10</strong>
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				Vern would have done a lot of things if they had all cooperated. That wasn't the case. Now he was gonna do what the hell he wanted to do. Right now that want was focused on the only person who was defiant and had free movement.<br><br>"Swan huh?" Vern said and his grin just got bigger as he stepped towards her. <br><br>His arms reaching for her. Hands open ready for anything.<br><br>&nbsp;"Your girl friends are tied up and in a minute you're gonna be chained.&nbsp; And instead ah you taking off them fancy duds I'm gonna strip you and touch every part of your body cause I want to," He told her and took another step towards her.<br><br>What was the fun if they didn't run around a little first, Vern thought.<br><br>Jethro didn't have many thoughts. The music had stopped. The motion had stopped and he was left high and tongue flicking.&nbsp; It was probably one of the most boring disappointment of his snake like life and he hadn't bitten anyone yet. He wasn't quiet sure what to do.&nbsp; He hung in the air rotating his head from side to side expecting to get attacked and waiting for them to turn loose a mongoose or something equally nasty.&nbsp; His cousin Earl had gone that way.&nbsp; Damn mongoose.<br><br>Jethro was on edge and leaning towards that fresh bit of copper on a chain.&nbsp; At least that seemed harmless. Since he was out of the wicker and no one was trying to shove him back yet he might as well have a stretch where it seemed safer.&nbsp; He was eyeing the heart beat in the corner.&nbsp; His tongue flicking as he tried to make up his mind whether to hang around on the desk or slither over and introduce himself.<br><br>"Hold still so I can get you," Vern called gruffly, hoping lily wouldn't. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:24:48</strong>
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				Lily looked at him, not of fear, but no way was she going to get chained with a snake on the room. "Sir you will not lay your hand on me." Lily then took a side stance to him. Without a moment of hesitation, her leg jutted out parallel to the floor, kicking him square in the jewels with the strength of three men. <br><br>Lily after many years of fending off he three football brothers, she knew how to defend herself. She figured she had seconds before he relized&nbsp; what had happened. She rushed to Evie, grabbing the girls legs, she lifted with all her strength to get her from the hook. Lily would need strength in numbers. getting Evie down was the first task. "We have to get her free," she said pointing to Madison. Lily had only seconds more before the goon recovered. "Charlotte, get out, please. We need you. Surely four against one were better odds than one on one. Now to get the girls to band together and subdue this goon. Hopefully it would work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 02:50:57</strong>
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				Madison looked about the room, the snake looked beyond confused and Lily seemed to be keeping the teacher occupied as well as finally seeing why she and Evie had fought as long as they had. A revolution in the classroom, four against one brute who had too much of an ego to lose. Whatever it took though she would help until she was beaten and unable to move. She tugged on the chain, fingers fumbling with the catch on the back of her collar. "Damn leather! Please can someone get this off of me?" She smiled at the girls before looking back at the snake. "Hey buddy, why don't'cha head back into your comfy little basket. I'm sure that big guy will sing a tune any second now." Madison knew the cobra wouldn't understand a word she was saying but it worked to calm her nerves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 00:25:43</strong>
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				Vern expected rough play.&nbsp; Whether it was a bar, a school, or the hostile take over of a small country it was important to be prepared for a cheap shot to Mr. Happy and the luggage. <br><br>&nbsp;It's why Vern never went without the steel cod piece when he was working.&nbsp; So when Not-the-Duck-girl suddenly became Revenge-of-the-Girl-Ninja and snap a leg out like a ball peen hammer it hit solid. It hit in the exact position to do what Barbara Bobbitt would have done had she had a hammer and not a knife. <br><br>Vern could even feel the cod piece dent slightly. It slammed him up against a chair with the force of it. If it hadn't been for that cod piece he would be a soprano for life.&nbsp; Instead he shook it off and took a cautious step feeling a little sore before growling in the direction of the door.<br><br>"It ain't nice to kick," Vern said gleefully and grabbed her by the hair in two strides. "Now I'm gonna have tah beat yah up!"<br>Vern lifted her on her toes and shook her to rattle her teeth. There was a chain on the wall near by. He kicked a desk over to it. He was gonna chain her by the neck. On that chain and have her belly down over that desk.&nbsp; Those cloths were coming off and she was gonna get her ass beat.<br><br>He'd deal with the other two in a minute once he got the fire out of this one, Vern thought. <br><br>Jethro tried to move with the wiggling figure. Frustrated. He flicked his tongue out frantically and moved closer to the edge of the desk. Then next step was slithering down. The corner looked more promising then before. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 01:17:39</strong>
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				Lily screamed bloody murder as he grabbed her hair. It was shrill and she shrieked like nails on that chalkboard. She struggled and kicked more, not wanting that goon to touch her. Beat her up? What kind of school was this? She hadn't done anything wrong bit defend herself and the girls. <br><br>Lily saw the chain and screamed more, surely someone heard her. Someone had to come running hand help them. Wouldn't they? The chain went around her and she fought him every step of the way. "Get off me, get off me! This isn't right, don't do this!"&nbsp; Lily was ready to fight to the bitter end before she would ever let this crazy man strip her and touch her. No chance in hell of that happening. Lily's brain worked over time to figure out how to hurt him next, surely he had some weakness, everyone did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 01:00:06</strong>
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				This one was a demon. All claws, feet and fangs. The others were bad enough but this one had a hideous scream that tore thru every nerve in his ear drum. It shot a warning message thru his body and had him jerking. He gave her a nice shake to cut that next scream off as he bent her forward over that desk. His hand on her back to hold her in place while he locked that chain at her collar.<br><br>"Yah just had to help, huh!" He growled as he took one of her wrist and bent it behind her neck. <br><br>He locked that hand to the back of her collar with a click of the cuff. Damn convenient, Vern thought.&nbsp; He was sweating. These three urchins had sweat dripping down his clear shirt.&nbsp; He loved it!!<br><br>He's was gonna smell like a boy's locker room when he fucked&nbsp; them. That was something to look forward too.&nbsp; He growled as she whacked him again. Her fist bouncing off his body. He snagged it and secured her wrist into the cuff so both her hand were behind her back.<br><br>Vern stepped to one side to admire his work a hand placed firmly on her back to keep her from moving off the desk.&nbsp; Lily was bent over a desk. The chain keeping her in place. Her wrists behind her neck locked on her collar by the chain of the cuffs.&nbsp; She was still trying to kick so he'd have to do something about that before he stripped her. <br><br>There was always rope. He leaned over and grabbed a couple of 10 foot lengths. Running that length over her exposed ass then he snapped it across her thighs.<br><br>"Kick all you want, I like ah movin target!" He said.<br><br>Jethro was dancing with the animation in the corner. However it seemed as thought it was moving differently.&nbsp; Only one thing to do.&nbsp; Snake like Jethro led with his chest... well the first 3 feet of chest. Once on the floor he surveyed all his territory.&nbsp; The corner was looking better and better all the time. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 01:24:09</strong>
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				Madison had an eyebrow raised as the snake slithered forward. There was no more slack on the chain and the more she pulled, the more the cruel edges of leather dug into her neck. She whimpered softly and scrambled onto the top of a desk, her adrenaline racing as fear kicked in once more, tenfold. Beads of sweat formed over her flesh, shaking like a leaf. The closer it slithered the louder she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Get it away or I swear I'll stomp on it, no matter how much it bites me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 02:44:49</strong>
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				Lily hit the desk with a thud. Fucker was so strong, she was trying so hard to fight not to let him get the upper hand. It was too late, she felt the chain click around her neck, them the first hand. Her body wriggled and she continued to kick, her legs were her best weapon. Soon the other hand was locked into place. Lily screamed again, it was like the fire alarm bells were going off. <br><br>Her legs flailed trying to kick something, anything, just to fight him off and keep him from going any further. She used the desk as a base and pushed trying to kick as high as she could, a good foot to the face would be nice. She never saw him coming with the rope. She didn't know he had it until he hit her with it. "Get away from me psycho! I am not your plaything! You're crazy!" tie adrenaline was racing through her, she was not giving in and taking this just because be thought he had the right to. <br><br>Lily heard the other girl talk about taking the snake out. "You have to crush the skull first, go right for the head and smash it!" The snake, the damn goons weakness. That would be it, kill the snake, crush the man. Sure he would be pissed at them, but at least one threat would be taken care of. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 06:36:52</strong>
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				Lily was kicking. He'd done some cowboying not long ago. It took a few tosses to catch that first leg but when he did he secured that ankle to the desk leg. A few tosses more and he had the other ankle. Before long he'd secured both knees. The Not a Duck Girl was bent over that desk. Her legs tied to the desk legs with rope heavily. Her neck chained to the wall and her hands behind her neck lock on her collar. <br><br>His hand on her ass. Lifting the bits of material before striking her with his palm. Thirteen times the sound of a crack echoed in the room. He wore his hand bring on her ass cheeks and down both thighs. He was rubbing in that heat as he saw Goth Princess dancing on the desk and Jethro wandering over to her.<br><br>That can't end good, Vern thought. Poor ole Jethro. Chances were good that desk might topple and crush him. Can't have the poor bastard hurt like that while he's innocently trying to cuddle. <br><br>Vern snagged Madison by her jeans and her hair. He jerked her off her feet and brought her to the floor on her belly. It took a few minutes of fighting to get her hands behind her back and cuffed. He raised her hips with a tug and reached under her to unzip and pull off her pants and panties.&nbsp; He spent time touching her. Pinching her tits. Roughing over her body as he pinned her down taking his time to pull her cloths off her. <br><br>"Yah ever suck ah cock, Princess?" Vern asked as Jethro slithered a foot past on his way to the corner where it was warm and so much quieter.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 15:42:08</strong>
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				Madison had heard Lily, <em>the head, go for the head. But that was dangerous! Who was to say she wouldn't miss her target and get bitten before toppling into the mess of desks in front of her?</em> As she deliberated the all too familiar sound of flesh on flesh ringing loudly through the room froze her in her tracks, it always did. Any second now the poor girl was going to cry out, the goon was worse than she thought, but damn for a quiet one Lily put up one hell of a fight.<br><br>The girl didn't know what hit her as she stood, deep in her own thoughts only to be interrupted by the searing pain in her scalp and hips. She felt her feet come out from beneath and the feel of falling overwhelmed her. On the ground she realized that she had missed her one chance to get rid of that damned snake. What place did it have in the school to begin with?<br><br>Madison inhaled sharply through clenched teeth and swung at the teacher, her feet swinging with all the force she could muster, while twisting and scratching at his arms until somehow he had gotten the upperhand and he cuffed her. Without her hands there wasn't much she could do, the floor cold on her bare torso. Realizing that he was working on removing her pants she squirmed beneath the brute, kicking and cussing the whole way. "Fucking prick, get your filthy hands off of me! What the hell is wrong with you?" It was like he didn't hear her because soon she was pinned and naked completely, the area between her legs moistening as he roughly toyed with her body. Never had her body betrayed her like this, nor had she ever become aroused while her body was being used and taken advantage of. The girl tried her hardest to break free, unwilling to let him feel just how her body was reacting.<br><br><em>'Yah ever suck ah cock, Princess?'</em> she heard him ask, the words all too familiar, bringing her back to the night's when her mom was out with her sister or at the church and her uncle came around. "Screw you," she muttered, "even if I have it doesn't mean I will for you. Fucking prick."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 15:55:33</strong>
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				Lily tried and tried to fight him off as long as she could. Damn goon got a hold of each ankle in good time. She was tied to the desk with no chance of fighting. "Fight fair goon! Guess you can't handle a girl unless she's tied. Weakling!" if she couldn't hurt him physically, she was gonna hammer him with her words. <br><br>She felt him hit her and her body bucked. Twelve more times after that. It hurt something fierce, yet Lily did nit cry. She had been tackled by her three brothers before, this guy was nothing compared to them. She by her lip and worked through the pain. <br><br>He then turned to Madison. Poor girl had to deal with an ass and a snake. Lily felt so bad. "Yep loser, the only way you can get a woman is if they are defenseless. Mama's boy! Weakling! Loser!" she hated him and would keep screaming until he stopped.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 16:21:09</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Hanging on the door Evie watched what was happening around her.&nbsp; She had never seen such a man, not to mention the damned snake that he had let slither around the classroom.&nbsp; She was glad that goon features had hung her up, but she also knew if the snake decided she was breakfast she wouldnt be able to stop him.<br><br>"Oi fuck face!" she called to the ape, "do you like beating up girls?" she asked him, "my dad had a name for men like you, picking on girls and those weaker.&nbsp; He called them pussys.&nbsp; Is that what you are?&nbsp; A pussy?" she asked him, wanting to get his attention away from the others.<br><br><strong>Charlotte</strong><br><br>She had to get out of here.&nbsp; The room was leading into her worse nightmare.&nbsp; There was another door that lead out in the back, she might be able to get out.&nbsp; Surely he wouldnt notice her leaving, he seemed to have his hands full with the others.&nbsp; She crawled out from under the desk, her face pale.&nbsp; She made it to the door, and turned the handle.&nbsp; She opened it and slunk out, crawling along the empty corridor.&nbsp; She crawled a few more paces and then stopped, leaning against the wall.&nbsp; She buried her face in her hands and cried.&nbsp; The events of yesterday hitting her once more, and she couldnt help but wonder what her future might hold...surely it wasnt going to be so much heart ache?<br><br>She wondered where Goodfellow was?&nbsp; Would he be able to help her?&nbsp; She wasnt sure, she didnt know if she even wanted to see him...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 19:05:29</strong>
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				The other two were giving Vern hell. Shouting and calling him things that would make a sailor blush. But it was this one that interested him at the moment. <br><br>Goth Princess fighting and cursing as he touch her. His hand slipped between her legs and he grinned.&nbsp; He began to tease over her slit. Spreading her pussy lips gently and roughing her clit with a calloused finger.<br><br>'Welllll, looky looky who's all wet like ah proper slut," Vern said. <br><br>His other hand in her hair pulling her head back, "You like this don't you bitch?"<br><br>********<br>~~ Outside the classroom w/ Charlotte<br><br>Jarid Sark was a tenured chorus teacher.&nbsp; He had two morning classes then private lesson for the rest of the day this term.&nbsp; Today after the second morning class he was heading for his apartment and taking the short cut thru the west wing of the music department. The freshman wing was always so very loud the first few months with training and beatings. He paid the noise very little attention. Business as usual.<br><br>He preferred the juniors and senior students. They actually had a focus and weren't ready to lead a rebellion. He had specifically requested these classes to devote more time to individual instruction. Despite the attitudes, those that chose music as a major were excellent pupils.&nbsp; It was the reason he was here. Two of his graduates had appeared in X factor.&nbsp; Others had gone on to exciting singing careers. <br><br>He was sought after by talent scouts looking for fresh blood to pump into the industry starving for the next best sound.&nbsp; He shunned them. His was to train slaves for the pleasure of their owners. It's what he did. The owners chose the career of the students. <br><br>Jarid Sark turned the corner and stopped. He was paying attention. There was a student outside of the classroom weeping. Weeping was not unusual. Her out of the class room without being displayed, nose to the corner, wrists chained behind her back forehead to the floor, or any other positions that said punishment was unusual.&nbsp; <br><br>He stepped over to her. A lost sheep. He recognized her. She was a sensation. The first escapee of the new year, the first in the glass house, the first taken and by the look of her in need of some after care. <br><br>It was clear she had reached the end of her rope. There was only one thing to do in order to pull her out of this nose dive. Jarid decided to get with her teacher later once he found out who it was. For now she had some needs that any trainer would and could take care of. <br><br>He squatted down beside her, and introduced himself, "I'm Mister Sark, senior chorus director."<br><br>&nbsp;His arms folding around her to gather her against him, "Let's have a spot of tea some place quiet, shall we," and brought her to his chest as he stood.<br><br>"Cry as hard as you need to," He whispered and snuggled her close as he walked out the building in the direction of his flat.<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Name: Mr. Jarid Sark<br>Gender: Male<br>Age: 28<br>Height: 6' 3"<br>Weight: 210<br>Build: Average<br>Hair: Black<br>Eyes: Blue<br><br>Senior Music Teacher&nbsp; </td><td>(http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt158/simgoboy/JaridSark.jpg)<br>&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 23:48:35</strong>
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				"I'm not wet!" she cried out, twisting under his grip. "Get your nasty ass fingers off of me!" Madison growled. The rough finger on her clit sending jolts of electricity through her body, but she didn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction. "Damn rapist! That's what you are y'know that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 10:46:06</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Evie glared at ape as he began to touch Madison.&nbsp; She kicked her heels against the door, "get off of her your fucking prick" she screamed, "leave us alone!! You're a bully, thats what you are a fucking bully.&nbsp; Find someone your own size to pick on" she screamed at him, not liking the way he was treating her two friends.&nbsp; <br><br>Damn she wished she was free, if she was she would fucking cut his nuts off and feed them to him.&nbsp; He would not get away with this....<br><br><strong>Charlotte</strong><br><br>Poor Charlotte.&nbsp; She hadnt even heard him approach so to be suddenly faced with another teacher - and a male at that - was almost more than the poor girl could deal with.&nbsp; She looked at him, her eyes wide, swollen, full of fear.<br><br>"Please dont hurt me" she whispered, her voice raw, full of pain.&nbsp; "I..I cant do this" she said, letting him gather her to him, such intense blue eyes he had, the seemed to gaze into her very inner most core.<br><br>"Tea?&nbsp; Tea would be nice" she tremble, her voice wavering as she let him pull her to him, holding her tight.&nbsp; "I..I hurt, so tired, I want to go home."&nbsp; &nbsp;But she didnt really, there was nothing there for her.&nbsp; Charlotte had never felt so lost, so alone.&nbsp; She wasnt even sure she should be going with this man.&nbsp; He might hurt her as well!!<br><br>"Please Sir, please dont hurt me" she whispered again, her voice catching in the throat.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 20:28:14</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Lily Madison and Evie in the class room</strong><br><br>The other two were helpless screaming at Vern. He loved it. They'd be screaming soon enough and just as helpless when he went to humiliate and put them in their place. <br><br>"Oh Yeah!" Vern called out to the other two, and laughed, "What this!!"<br><br>He moved his fingers from Madison's slit, slipped his hand under her and wiped her dew on her nipples. Coating her breasts in her own juice. <br><br>"My mistake," He slapped her ass hard twice, before diving into her heat again. <br><br>Determined to bring her to a screaming orgasm with his fingers. He worked into her heat carefully, knowing most of the first year were virgins. He roughed her clit every time he stroked out of her. Leaving a lusty juice trail over her pussy lips.<br><br>"Yeah, you're not wet, what the fuck was I thinkin," he told her and pulled her hair to tilt her head back and bow her body so her breasts scraped against the hard dirty floor. <br><br>"An yah ain't gonna be screamin either," He growled working the heat into her slit.<br><br>The other two were gonna get the same treatment soon. He was gonna break the four of them so they hated him but needed what he gave them. And he was gonna give them hell in a collar.<br><br>They didn't know it yet but they had just been bought this morning. He was here to collect and transport them to their new owner with discriminating tastes. <br><br><strong>Jarid Sark ~ With Charlotte</strong><br><br>Her plea in that whisper touch him deeply. His kissed her temple and mumbled against her hair, "I think you've had quiet enough."<br><br>He carried her out of the Music Building and across the campus to the teachers building. His flat was on the second floor.<br><br>"Tea it is," Sark said quietly as he opened the door to the building. <br><br>He walked up two flights of stairs to the third door on the right. It took a minute to dig the key from his pocket and get the door open. His flat was modestly arranged. <br><br>The door opened into a living room with a fireplace. A large rocking chair. An overstuffed chair and a hide-a-bed twin couch.&nbsp; <br><br>To the right was the open bar like kitchen. Stove and cabinets to the wall. Sink on the island and on the other side which was probably considered the living room three tall chairs that faced the kitchen meant for dinning. <br><br>The other side of the living room next to the fireplace on the right was a door. Bed and bathroom on the other side of the open door.<br><br>On the left of the fire place a door way. It was suppose to be a study be a key board and recording equipment stood waiting in the room.<br><br>He carried her in his arms to the stove. She needed something to do with her hands beside fret. Something for her mind as well beside crying and feeling terrible. <br><br>He thought she could manage getting the kettle under the tap while she was still in his arm. Then on the stove and a nice sit down on the rocker while they waited for it to whistle. He painted this place in pastels. It calmed him after a busy day and helped the creative juices flow. He hoped it would give her some comfort and a sense of safety she needed. <br><br>Not everything had to hurt. Certainly not tea time. Certainly not rocking by the fire. Certainly not with him.<br><br>"Can you grab the kettle?" Jarid asked knowing the kettle was cold and needed water.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 22:09:37</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~bound and pleasured roughly by Vern in front of Evie and Lily</strong><br><br>She cursed her body for betraying her and growled softly. Her cheeks changed several different shades of red and pink as he wiped her juices on her perked nipples. This was beyond humiliating and strangely, she loved it. Vern's hand came down on her ass with a resounding <em>SLAP! SLAP!</em> and god damn it hurt! But somehow only added to the pleasure, this confused her more than anything especially since any other time it had happened she just endured it, it stung, and she got over it, but this time there was electric shock that caused a vibration right down into her core.<br><br>Still she chewed on her bottom lip and gritted her teeth. There was no way Madison would allow this brute to get the satisfaction of hearing her moan. That was of coure until her head was yanked back and her breasts rubbed across the gritty floor. "Nngh!" she moaned, her inner muscles contracting around his digits while her clit throbbed and pulsed heatedly. Her inexperienced body was climbing to an orgasm at an alarming pace, threatening to tear her apart.<br><br>There was no denying it, her body was her enemy and betrayed her at every turn. Madison's chest heaved while her breath quickened, eyes fluttering shut while her lips remained parted on a sexy 'o'. Her hands were balled into fists, gripping the chain of the cuffs while her body rocked. Small whimpering moans filled the room but poor little Maddy couldn't even recognize her own voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 02:19:52</strong>
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				<strong>Charlotte with her Knight in shining Armour</strong><br><br>Charlotte clung to him, her arms around his neck as she was swept into his arms.&nbsp; She hadn't seen him around but then she hadn't really taken much notice of the staff.&nbsp; She had only really seen two teachers, but here was a new one and he had rescued her.<br><br>Tea had never sounded so good.&nbsp; She didn't trust him, but at least he wasn't trying to get into her pants...not that she was wearing any.&nbsp; She sniffed a couple of times, the tears stopping as she tried to fathom out this new man.&nbsp; Was it possible he was normal?&nbsp; That he wasn't about to hurt her or make her wish she was anywhere but here.<br><br>They arrived at his flat and she looked around.&nbsp; She was in his territory, if he wanted to do anything to her she could and no one would be any the wiser.&nbsp; But he wasn't that sort.&nbsp; He was nice and he would protect her.&nbsp; She was sure of that!!<br><br>Lifting the kettle she filled it up, her sadness was pushed aside as she felt his care and attention.&nbsp; She had never known a man to be so nice.&nbsp; <br><br>“Thank you” she whispered nervously, “I haven't had any thing to eat or drink really.&nbsp; Not since yesterday” she told him.&nbsp; “I..I don't know what to do anymore” she confided in him, “they...they did such terrible things to me yesterday, I never want to go through that ever again.” As far as sex went she was never going to have it again.<br><br>EVER.....<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 19:36:22</strong>
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				Vern ~ with Madison while Evie and Lily watch<br><br>"That's right you little slut," Vern's voice gravel with arousal. He gave Madison's hair a tug every time he stroked into that seizing tunnel. <br><br>Pumping into her with fingers that opened a little wider each time he pulled out. Wanting her use to taking a large thick cock. He used his hips against her butt cheeks to push her breast along the floor as he assaulted her. Pulling his fingers out and slapping her ass with the hand before plunging into her cunt again. He could almost taste her at the edge and was trying to shove her right off that cliff into a hellish orgasm. <br><br>"Cum on those fingers! CUM SLUT!!" <br><br>Sark ~ with Charlotte in his flat<br><br>Jarid Sark held her as she filled the kettle under the tap. He moved her to the stove so she could place the kettle on a burner. He adjusted as she spoke in whispers against his chest. His hand turned the dial and the gas flame came up before he took her to the living room.<br><br>He backed into the rocker. Holding her tight to his chest he bent down and settled. His hand rubbing her back as he snagged the shawl from the back of the couch to wrap around her. He began to rock slowly as the wood snapped and hissed in the fire place. <br><br>“First, a cup of tea,” His voice quiet. “You’ve had a rough few days so let’s get some tea down you first. If that goes well then something to eat.”<br><br>“You had a lot done to you yesterday.” He agreed then added, “That’s not unusual you know. The first time having men please you can be very frightening and yet feel incredible. It can be confusing.&nbsp; Did you moan and sigh a little. Maybe buck your hips up once or twice when it felt good?” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 21:41:15</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Evie watched as he forced Madison to the heights of orgasm.&nbsp; She was craving his touch, she wanted him to do that to her, to force her to cum.&nbsp; She had never had full on sex before, she was still a virgin, but she had touched herself, she had felt the delicious waves of orgasm as she touched herself and came.&nbsp; But she had never had another do it to her.&nbsp; She wanted him too.&nbsp; She longed for him to touch her again, to explore her innocence and take her cherry.&nbsp; <br><br>She moaned as she hung there, “oh god please, please I want you to make me cum” she whimpered, then blushed as she realised she had spoken the words out loud.&nbsp; She looked at him, her eyes hazy with need, “please Sir, I want you to take my virginity” she admitted, her cheeks burning bright red.&nbsp; She wanted him so badly, she wanted him to fuck her, to claim her, to own her...<br><br><strong>Charlotte</strong><br><br>She nestled in his arms, his body hard and she felt like a child as he rocked her.&nbsp; She was looking forward to a cup of tea, and hopefully then some toast.&nbsp; Toast with butter, maybe some strawberry jam.&nbsp; She was relaxing when he spoke more.&nbsp; She tensed slightly, afraid of the words.&nbsp; Or was it the fact she could remember that delicious feeling of cumming so hard.&nbsp; She had never known it could be like that.<br><br>She took a deep breath, she wanted to move away from him, but his arms held her close and she liked the way it felt to be in his arms.&nbsp; <br><br>“I...I did like it” she admitted, her voice a bare whisper.&nbsp; “I..I liked the way they touched me.&nbsp; I liked the way he spoke, how he said I was beautiful.” She told him, “I want to do it again.&nbsp; Eventually.&nbsp; But I'm scared” she said, looking at him, “I didn't want him to stop.&nbsp; I wasn't sure about the other one, he pushed his....” she blushed deeper, “i didn't like that” LIAR... but he wouldn't know.<br><br>“I..I didn't know what sort of things were taught here. I wanted to learn normal things, sex isn't as great really” she explained, settling back in his arms again, wondering what it would be like if he touched her.&nbsp; Her breasts were aching, her nipples hard.&nbsp; She sighed, “I don't understand any of it” she exclaimed, “I don't want sex, but look” she pointed to her nipples, they stuck out of her top, showing him how just talking about it got to her.&nbsp; Not to mention his closeness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 21:56:22</strong>
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				Had Madison been able to form a single coherent thought she would have mocked Evie in a childish, <em>'I want you to take my virginity,'</em> but instead she moaned at the feel of the teacher's fingers stabbing into her sex, each thrust threatening to break through her barrier. It hurt, she wouldn't lie, the grimace mixed with signs of pleasure said it all.<br><br>It was impossible not to scream as the teacher assaulted all of her senses, the stimulation to her breasts, sex, hair, and rear had her nervous system working in overdrive. The only other words that made sense to her were his when he called her a cum slut. Normally that would anger her, but being so close to orgasm it seemed to push the young woman over the edge.<br><br>Juices poured from Madison's abused hole as her body tensed and shook from the orgasms, not a single sound escaping her lips aside from a sharp intake of breath as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. It was endless and like nothing she had ever experienced before. <em>God I hope this never ends!</em>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 02:22:44</strong>
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				Vern ~ in the art room<br><br>Music in the art room. The sound of screaming orgasms. It wasn't love. It was lust at first sight. Vern was scooting Madison shamelessly around the floor so her tits dragged and her ass was swimming with his fingers while she clamped around his first knuckle like she was a bear trap. <br><br>Vern pumped her faster. Followed her body's explosions with everything he could throw on her. Not once did he screw up and break her hymen. But he screwed up everything else about what she was thinking and feeling. <br><br>He was gonna fuck her later. Maybe tomorrow. Beat her until she was welted then tease her cunt until she couldn't think of anything but taking his cock inside her. But that was tomorrow. Today he was letting her get a taste of a palm ride. Safe. Getting her ready for the big machine.&nbsp; <br><br>But her screaming and thrusting those hips while he felt her cum. That drove him to panting. Not from the work either. He was gonna need some relief. That's when he heard the little cunt on the door. He grinned over to her.<br><br>"Yah want my cock, bitch?" Vern offered. She'll get it too. Maybe he'd do her in the back of the van while they were tranporting them. Maybe when he got her to her new home and whipped her to warm her up. Maybe.<br><br>He hadn't heard from the other one tied on the desk in a while. She'd been quiet. But she was scared to death to begin with. Pity that. He liked scared. He liked scared enough to use tools on her before screwing her. Maybe in private and dump her into the same cage as the others later. Or maybe across the hall where they could see what he was gonna do to her and not help her afterwards. A warning to them all. <br><br>Maybe.<br><br>"Yah like that don't yah, lil' cum slut?" Vern said to Madison as he notice Jethro curling up nicely in the corner. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 07:15:00</strong>
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				Sark~ With Charlotte<br><br>Jarid listened as the chair rocked back and forth. He cradled her in his arms as she talked about her fears. Admitting those deeper feelings she couldn't hide a blush that left her breathless. He noticed her nipples long before she mentioned them. <br><br>"Oh yeah," He said as he licked the tip of his finger. <br><br>That finger brushed the plateau of her nipple. The flat of the orb. He painted her nipple wet with his finger tip knowing the breeze from the fire place would lightly sweep past it. He licked his finger to paint her other nipple. <br><br>"Tell me more," He remarked as though it were natural to find out these things. "What felt the best or was there something he did that you especially liked? Something that made your heart pound?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 14:20:34</strong>
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				Like a ton of bricks horror, shame, and even a little guilt hit her as she came down from what was her first real orgasm. She was soon out of breath and her head hung limply in the teacher's grasp. Madison felt utterly defeated, for now, she would be back to normal sooner or later. Her resilience being one of her best attributes.<br><br>Her breasts were red and dirty, minor scrapes caused by the gritty floor adorned the firm orbs. The walls of her sex continued to ride out the aftershocks of the orgasm that had ripped through her while his fingers continued to pump into her.<br><br>Madison didn't answer Vern but the term once again pushed through the fog in her head to slap her in the face. <em>Why the hell does he keep calling me that?</em> she screamed in her head, but remained silent. Whatever he had planned or thought she would play no part in feeding into. If he wanted to take her down she would avoid showing the damage he caused for as long as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 18:27:56</strong>
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				Vern felt the slave under his hands cooling. Her body seizing in fits and starts. Slowing down from the power of that first great heat. Heat he had extracted. Heat he called to his command. Heat he had brought down on her until she was in a puddled shivering lump her head to the floor and her ass in the air. <br><br>He would have pressed his cock deep inside her then. Pumped her for all she was worth. If she was the only pick up. Her fighting and her complete surrender had his cock hard as a piece of titanium pipe.&nbsp; There were plans for her and even Vern knew he shouldn't spoil her yet.<br><br>His hand at his back pocket. He removed a cloth and shook it out while his fingers still teased her. Keeping her mind focused on his wet cunt as he snapped the folds and the hood opened fully.&nbsp; <br><br>It was then that he pulled out of her cunt. His soaked hand grabbing her hair and pulling her head back once more. Pressing her hips against him so she could feel the heat of his thick pipe against her throbbing cunt. He dropped the hood expertly over her head without explanation. <br><br>His hand out of the way as he held her shoulder to keep her up and against him. He tugged the lace that tightened at the neck until the hood pulled tight just above her collar. It was then he lowered her back down to the floor. Elbows at her back keeping her in that position. Owning her as he tightened the hood further. Not to choke her but to make sure she knew it was on and on tight. <br><br>He slapped her ass cheeks twice before biting her shoulder and thrusting his cock against her hard. His hand at her hip keeping her in place. Showing her how much control she had on anything. Plain and simple she was his.<br><br>He was looking at the bitch tied to the desk. She'd be next. He wanted Swan girl. He wanted to hear that bitch hate him as he touched her. Had her screaming in pleasure. Oh hell yeah. Swan girl was next.<br><br>The greedy little cunt hanging on the door would get to watch. Only watch. Drip with need and not get any relief.&nbsp; <br><br>But this was only the introduction. Their new lives would start on the ride in the van. For now it was another hello.<br><br>Vern stood up slowly. His foot on the Hood Bitch. <br><br>"I wouldn't move around much. Jethro's still loose and now you can't see where he is." Vern warned.<br><br>Vern turned to the desk with the gift wrapped present. "You're next Swan girl."<br><br>Vern stopped at the door. His fingers sunk against Killer Barbie's pussy. Stroking her as he spoke.<br><br>"Tell Swan girl she a lucky cunt," Vern said and slapped Evie across the face hard, "Cause I'm gonna finger fuck her too and all you get to do is watch."<br><br>Then without caring he turned to the desk trophy. Leaving Evie alone but able to see everything he was about to do. All the really bad stuff. Every single movement. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 18:54:36</strong>
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				Lily had been scared an nervous the whole time the scene played out in front of her. It was awful what he did to Madi, the hell he put her through, how rough he was with her, still something Madi's eyes said she liked it. How could she? He was a beast, horrible, vicious, downright evil. <br><br>Then she heard Evie cry out she wanted him. Wanted him to take her virginity. What they hell was going on? She wished she would have stayed quiet so she could have escaped with Charlotte. Lily was trembling in fear now, her mouth shut, not screaming at him any more. She didn't want what happened to Maddi happen to her. Please god, don't let him do that. <br><br>She saw the hood go over Madi and she closed her eyes. That was until he turned his focus on her, told her she was next. Now she was that quiet church mouse again. "No please don't. Please I'm begging you don't touch me. Please let me go, I'm sorry, no." Lily began to cry hard, she didn't want this, she was terrified, he was brutal, and she felt like she was going to throw up right now. <br><br>She prayed, prayed that he was kidding, that he would she the terror in her eyes and not touch her. See her for the meek child she was, that her emotions got the better of her earlier. Truth was, she would probably pass out from fear if he laid a hand on her. "Please, I'm begging, don't do that to me.", her voice was barely a whisper now as he got closer and closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 22:23:04</strong>
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				There were sounds coming from somewhere behind her, but Madison couldn't tell if they came from Vern or one of the others in the room. Her eyes watered as she continued to fight the need to break down and cry. Crying wasn't her style and neither was admitting defeat, but somehow the teacher had done it as she lay- posed just as he would have her, all the fight gone- if only for the moment.<br><br>She half expected to the devilish brute to take her and rob her of the last shred of dignity and innocence she had. There were more sounds and Maddi tensed- something wasn't right. The girl tried to turn her head, but the pain that shot through was overwhelming. Muscles and nerves screamed at her for the slightest movement made out of the compromising position that had been forced to remain in.<br><br>"Ah shit! Damn it, I'm not even fighting you're fucking ass so what the hell you being so rough for?" she whined, her body forced to arch uncomfortably when her head had been lifted from the ground. The room had already begun to smell of sex and with two unused women still unable to flee, it was bound to get worse.<br><br>We Madison as clueless as her parent had wish she were, the girl would have been questioning her assailant about what he had in his pants. But- that wasn't the case and she was <em>very</em> aware of the hot, throbbing, solid bulge that pressed at her crevice. <em>This guy totally gets off on this shit!</em> she thought, realizing it was from what he had done to her. Suddenly her world went dark and she felt the fabric tighten around her head.<br><br>She was grateful when the teacher lowered her tired form to the ground, her body twisting weakly as fear overtook her. Madison shook her head and screamed. "Please.. I'll be good, just take this off.. Please!" she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. It seemed that he didn't hear her though since the reply consisted of two sharp swats to her rear and a bite to the shoulder.<br><br>As soon as she thought that Vern was no longer near her she began thrashing, freezing only when the lingering threat of the cobra made her quit. Now was not the time to fight, everything was against her favor and to not follow along could mean her life. "Yes sir," was her only reply. Soft. Meek. Defeated. There was no denying it- she had officially become owned, it was only a matter of who owned her now.<br><br><br>There was silence for only a moment before the room seemed to come to life, Madison had almost forgotten that Lily was there, but then again she had seen the look of disgust in the girl's eyes as she had been violated by the teacher. Silently the girl in the hood prayed that the other would get a similar treatment. Not because she wished her harm, but only so that she would understand the position Maddi had been in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 01:19:02</strong>
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				Madison surrender and fear evident to those in the room. "I ain't done with you cum slut, I just started warmin yah up. I'll be back later." <br><br>Vern stepped behind Lily. He meant to do the same to Lily. There be no fighting after this. No one getting full of themselves and thinking stupid things. Not any longer. Not once he'd finished with them in here. After this they'd be put to good use. He'd see to that. But he turned his attention to bitch number two and smiled like a snake, without offending Jethro.<br><br>His hand in her hair. He pulled her head back as he gave her the feel of his big hand along her pussy. Moving one hand down into her trembling thighs. Stroking across her folds. Teasing her clit with that calloused finger. He wanted her to know who was pushing the button on her body. Her orgasm like Madison's would come with a price she'd pay in full many times over.<br><br>He circled against her clit. Pressing his hips into the curves of her ass. Giving her a feel of that ten inch corner post. Scraping against her as he pulled her hair so she bowed. <br><br>He stopped a minute and dug in his pocket. Retrieving two bottle caps. The kind that needed pried off with a bottle opener. The kind Vern carried several of in mint condition. The kind that had that jagged crown all the way around. The kind that a tit could be pressed inside so that the sharp edges of the crown bit a circle into the dark flesh of an areola without hurting the nipple inside. <br><br>Vern bowed Lily so her ripe breasts lifted off the desk high enough for him to slip a bottle cap against each breast before lowering her down again. Letting her weigh press that cap into her breasts.<br><br>His hand brushing against her hot sex lips. Painting her dew over them as he kissed her back. <br><br>"Let's hear the sounds you're gonna make while I'm fuckin you," He remarked for everyone to hear as he teased the heat of his touch along the rim of her slit.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 01:32:32</strong>
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				Lily was in tears as he touched her, she hated it, hated him. "please stop, I'm not like that. Please I'm begging you." It seemed as if her pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued to touch her. She was sick, nauseous from his touch. She was terrified and her body may have been damp, but the fear she felt gave him little more than that to go on.<br><br>He pulled her hair and pulled her back and she screamed, that shrill bloody murder scream. "Please stop, god don't do this to me. I'm a good girl, please, I'm sorry." lily felt something press against her breast. It pierced her skin. He laid her down and the bottle caps dug into her breasts hard. They pinched and dug and she was in s world of pain.<br><br>He continued to touch her, but her body was so wracked with fear that even his tender kisses did nothing to her. She was tense and rigid and her body tried to clamp down, not allowing admittance to her untouched sex. Lily could feel it in the Pit of her stomach, she was ready to throw up, or pass out she wasn't sure, but either way, her body was not cooperating with his plans for her, it just was not getting aroused once ounce for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 22:31:22</strong>
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				Vern slipped his fingers along her sex. Slowly teasing her clit with circular pressure. His hand down her hip. Massaging her as he bent over and began kissing her neck. His own legs against hers. Allowing her to feel a big man touch her the way he wanted. <br><br>His hot breath along her shoulder. His touch strategic. Aiming for all those break away places where her body would say yes. Diligent. Methodical. He wasn't takin no for an answer.&nbsp; She was gonna feel that pleasure sooner or later. He took his time. The mouthy shy ones needed a little more encouragement. Just a little more then he'd get rough again. One sigh from her and he'd slap her ass a few times to ripen her to his use. Make her like what he gave her no matter how it felt. Need it. <br><br>Just a little more in all the right spots.<br><br>"Your gettin wet again, swan girl," He whispered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 22:44:31</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~'In the dark'[/i]<br><br>This was her worst nightmare come true, if her imagination could be this creative. The only non-living thing she was afraid of was the dark. Madison tried to remain quiet and isten to whhat was happening in the classroom. Evie was probably still on the door and there was definitely motion where Lily had been bound. Was the teacher over there, tormenting her as he had already done to her? In her mind there was no point in trying to break someone who was already shy and easily intimidated. All it seemed to do was make them crack. Turn them into damaged goods, that's how Charlotte had seemed when she came into the classroom. The events of the prior day had seemingly ruined her.<br><br><em>Charlotte! Where the heck was she?! She could be trying to help us damn it! Has the ape even noticed her missing?</em> she wondered, whimpering softly on the hard floor.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:05:57</strong>
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				Lily could not stand it, she trembled in fear of him, her belly wracked in fear, she could feel the knots form. His fingers trailed across her sex, Lily tightened, she squeezed her body closed, no she didn't want this, he couldn't touch her this way, he shouldn't. His kisses made her skin crawl, like a centipede down her neck. She would slap him if she could. "Please I'm not like the other girls, please, I'm begging , stop, please, I don't want this, none of it. I'm getting sick. Take Evie, she wants you, not me." Lily was trying every defense in the book. She would give Evie up in a heartbeat if it meant Lily would remain a virgin.<br><br>"No, no I'm not, I'm not wet." But she was. Through all her fear, there was a glimmer, a glisten that she barely even felt. She didn't know he had found a spot, one small spot that flicked her switch. She was too far gone in terror and fear to even realize it. "Please get off me, I don't want you or any part of this, you're tricking me." Lily was too scared to hate him for this, too terrified to have anger well up in her. She just wanted him to go away and go away now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 01:07:26</strong>
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				Vern was goin somewhere but the boat was slow. He reached into his pocket for the leads. His fingers playing with her pussy lips. He took the first clamp and trailed down her inner thigh. Pinched along one fold until he found the right spot then clamped the lead on her.<br><br>He moved to her other fold. His fingers playing for a few minutes while he got the hold he wanted. Then he clamped her there also. The leads hung dangled while he took the controller and a long piece of duct tape and set it on her back.<br><br>"You're going wi fi swan girl!" Vern told her because if she didn't start giving him some hot moans soon she'd wind up in a ditch while the school thought she'd escaped. After they had a couple of turns on her of course.<br><br>He hooked her up to it and turned it on. It was set to stimulate randomly. He wanted to watch her cum the first time while he touched her. So she would know he owned her.<br><br>"Don't hold back!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 02:34:03</strong>
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				Lily screamed as the first clamp was placed on her. It hurt so bad, it was awful and she wanted it off. Soon the other one was attached to her. It hurt so much her legs gave out. Thank god the desk was there to support her. She then felt something get taped to her back, what was he doing? <br><br>Her question. As answered a moment later as her body jolted forward from the shock. Shit, was he fucking crazy? This was out and out torture, no doubt about it. Lily bit her lip and clenched her fists. "Please stop. Ok I'll be good, please it hurts too much." But his method was working. Her body responded favorably to the shock, betraying her to a degree she would never imagine. It was humiliating and shameful, but that tender body was dripping now, ready for him to continue with her "Education". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 05:19:07</strong>
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				Vern watched the first few shocks hit swan girl. He waited patiently. Virgins were a little different. He saw her bow then relax then bow again. Time to check.<br><br>His fingers stroking along her heat again. Teasing her and this time lots more lubrication. He stayed quiet. Letting the stimulator and his fingers do all the talking for him. Building her to her first hot orgasm. <br><br>He stroked her open. His fingers rimming her slit again. Pressing a little with the pace of the jolts that hit her. He kept the rhythm with a finger. Dipped inside her to open her a little. Before he was thru with her she'd take his fist. But for now he'd settled for a finger. Not to break her hymen. He'd take that when she was beggin in her cell where he'd do her right while the other two watched maybe. Yeah, he'd see she was taken good care of. Very good care of. He had plans for swan girl. <br><br>He stirred her heat then stroked over her sex. His thumb on her clit circling on her just rough enough. She felt ready to blow.<br><br>"Cum for me ... Cum for me baby!" Vern growled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 05:29:56</strong>
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				<strong>Lily feeling things she probably shouldn't</strong><br><br><br>Lily was as quiet as could be now. The shocks turning her body inside out as his fingers turned her right again. Her body jolted with the shock, then eased over his finger. She bit her lip in quiet protest to what he was doing to her. She didn't need to moan or scream, he knew already what he was doing was getting to her.&nbsp; <br><br>The pain and the pleasure, both together made her lightheaded as she softly panted through the whole experience. His fingers felt good after the shocks. Punishment and reward. He was breaking Lily down quickly. Her body tensed as she felt her first orgasm form. Her muscles clenched his finger, as she came on his command. Her sweet honey flowed over his hand and onto the floor. No one would have even known she ha come if it were not for the little tiny squeak she had let out during her explosion. <br><br>Lily rested on the desk spent, and tired, pushed to the brink of pleasure by the one person she begged not to. She rested her head on the desk facing Madison, well at least she didn't see what had happened, how Lily came as hard as she did. No, Lily was relieved that at least one girl didn't see her downfall.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 06:16:43</strong>
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				"Good girl," Vern told her gruffly. "Very good girl. We're gonna do that more."<br><br>Vern kissed her back as he ripped the duct tape off. He removed the wires from the controller and grinned.<br><br>&nbsp;A pain bitch. Holy shit, who'd ah guess, he thought as he put the toy away. <br><br>His hand to his back pocket. The cloth between his fingers and he snapped it out into the hood that it was. He gripped her hair to raise her head. The hood slipped down over her easily. He secured it on her collar after he tight it tight around her neck.<br><br>Then she was his just like Goth Princess. He cut the rope that held her wrist one at a time and cuffed her hands behind her back. The chain to her neck he left in place for now. His voice in her ear. <br><br>"Don't move I gotta find Jethro," He said and slapped her ass hard enough to leave his print. <br><br>He lied but she didn't know. Jethro was cuddle in that corner close to the Goth Princess. It looked like the old boy was just resting peacefully. <br><br>It was time to do a head count. Vern came up with three. He was short one. He did a good patrol of the room. Cursed and stepped outside the back door into the other hallway.&nbsp; Nothing. Number four was MIA. Shit.<br><br>Vern came back into the room. He walked over to the door. His hand in Evie cunt. His eyes bearing down on her letting her feel what he wasn't going to give her. A brief touch before he stepped back and bagged her. Dropped that hood on her head and tightened it like the others. <br><br>Then he went for Jethro. The sound on an engine rumbled the glass of the window on the road side of the room. Vern glanced over, saw the driver and waved.&nbsp; A moment later the van disappeared but the driver came in the rear door.<br><br>The accent was middle eastern, "Ready?"<br><br>Vern nodded, "Yeah one short. We'll take these and I'll come back for the other one."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 06:30:07</strong>
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				Lily could feel him remove the device from her. Thank god. She hated that he called her a good girl, how condescending. Soon she was pulled back and a hood, just like Madi's was on her head. What was he going to do to them? Her hands were moved from the desk to behind her back. Bound once more. He spoke of the snake and she shivered, god no.<br><br>Time moved slowly in the darkness. Lily heard a voice, strange accent. He was taking them somewhere, off school grounds? God she hoped not! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 15:26:45</strong>
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				Madison didn't like what she was hearing one bit. First there was the sounds of an engine and then the voice of some foreign man. He said they were one short, <em>does that mean that little thing made a run for it again?!</em> If so she was crazy. "What the hell are you doing? Where are you taking us?" she asked worriedly. This was a horror movie!<br><br>"The only place I want to go is home." Maddi lifted her head slightly and turned it to look at Lily, even if she couldn't see a thing, "You alright swan?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 19:14:09</strong>
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				Lily was broken and stayed quiet in her hood. She was terrified and thought of her family. Would she ever see them again? Then she heard Madi speak to her. "No, I want to go home too, " she squeaked out, finding solace in the girl that was sharing her fate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 00:26:09</strong>
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				Vern's voice broke thru the dark. <br><br>"Your turn little bitch." <br><br>His boot steps stopping close to both of the hooded girls. Hinges on the door squeaked. The door slammed shut like an explosion. <br><br>"Yah remember your grand entrance?" Vern said.<br><br>The door latch cried out before Evie could speak. A few seconds ticked by before another explosion.<br><br>&nbsp;"Did that jar you?"<br><br>Then again. Like the door was being hammer off it's hinges.&nbsp; <br><br>"How do yah think that door felt?" <br><br>Another hard explosion. The broken scream cut off short. Something heavy hit the floor hard. Slapping on flesh. Hard and fast. Muffled screams.<br><br>"Yah like that???" <br><br>The crack in the air. Maybe leather. Maybe something else. Twine. Or the tip of a wet towel snapping flesh. More muffled shrieks. Several more snaps. Solidly connecting on flesh. That tearing paper sound. <br><br>"Yeah bitch, I can't wait to fuck you!!" <br><br>Something dragging across the floor. Bumping up against things. Maybe a couple of desks. Maybe chairs or wall or something. The rattle of chain. Heavy chain like a brick dragging on the floor. Then silence. <br><br>The voice foreign. Middle eastern, "Who wants to be next?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 01:06:03</strong>
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				Madison~scared shitless<br><br>"What the hell is going on?" she screamed through all the crazy sounds. None of it made sense. Had Evie been thrown to the ground, beaten, and chained? Or had they simply bound her and made all the sound effects for the blinded girls effects. If Vern and the other had thought much on it they'd have gagged her. Lady Shaw had always said Madison needed a muzzle.<br><br>There was silence for a moment and then a voice. "You fucking pricks what're you doing?! Evie! Lily! You two alright?" she shrieked, shaking her head in the hopes of loosening the uncomfortable hood.<br><br>The voice was close to her, causing her body to stiffen in fear, bracing for whatever would come her way. "What do you want?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 02:05:35</strong>
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				Lily shook so much she made the desk rattle against the floor. What was goin on? Had they beaten Evie? What was that dragging noise? Lily stayed quiet, only spoke to answer Madi. "I'm ok.", she whispered, then fell silent once more hoping not to be next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 05:27:50</strong>
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				The rattle of chains next to Madison. Dropped beside her. The clink as the chain at her neck was moved slightly. Another click as a chain was added to her front collar. Bootsteps to her back. A hand on the chain between her wrist cuffs. The click and a tug to pull her wrist up higher along her back. Upward as close to her shoulder blades as her arms would permit. Then the hand brushing aside her hair that hung out from under her hood and clipping the chain that held her wrist to the ring on the back of her collar.<br><br>The same Middle eastern tenor, now hovering over her. "You are coming with us."<br><br>At the same time next to Lily chains dropped to the desk. A large hand to lily's hood. Grabbing her. Pulling her head back. The click to the front ring of her collar. Then her head released slowly. <br><br>Lily's hands cuffed behind her. Pushed up her back until she could go no further. Her hair tugged aside. The click as the chain locked into the back ring on her collar. <br>Vern's voice in her ear, "You're going for a ride swan girl."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 05:37:17</strong>
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				Lily heard chains in the room, a set near Madi? Then a set on her desk. Her head jerked up by a strong hand. Chains locked in place in the front. What was happening? She was so scared. Then her wrists pulled, chain hooked to the back. Then his voice, the bastard that make her cum. <br><br>"Where?" She managed to squeak out under the hood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 05:42:50</strong>
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				Madison thought to fight, to put up a struggle and make the men put in some effort. She did have her feet, but the sense of defeat reclaimed her. Already she was handcuffed and chained to the wall, stripped and pleasures into complete embarrassment. Not a muscle moved as the middle eastern man worked to clip the chain to her, much heavier than the one that connected her to the wall. Next were her hands which were being bent and pulled further up her back until they'd almost snap. "You're hurting me! Where the hell are you taking me?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 06:51:10</strong>
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				~ Lily<br>One of the chains at Lily's neck was released. The sound of chain dragging the floor briefly. A hand to her ankle. Cold metal cuff. The click of the lock. The rattle of a chain like the sound of pennies hitting the floor. A hand on her other calf. Stroking down to her ankle then the cuff. Secure and cold as the other one. <br><br>A heavy body pressing against the curves of her ass. Fingers at her back. The tug of material and that sick paper tearing as anything she wore was torn from her body. Adorn by chains, collar and hood.<br><br>&nbsp;The weight now against her back. Hands along her sides. Lips in a kiss at her shoulder as a hand moved between her and the desk lifting her to stand against a larger more solid body. A mountain of steel against her back. <br><br>The arm like the trunk of a huge oak across her chest. The other arm lower. Fingers teasing into her heat. Roughing her clit. Nipples pinched hard one after the other. <br><br>Vern's voice at her ear, "I'm gonna tell you to walk in a minute. You just walk. I'll guide you."<br><br>~ Madison<br><br>More weigh on the chain at her neck. Light brushing behind her. A hand along her calf. The cold metal of a cuff followed quickly. Quicker still was the click of the lock. The rumbling of pennies as fingers found her other ankle. The metal cuff tight and locked securely. <br><br>A hand freely roaming over her ass cheeks. Brushing into her sex as she was pinned in place by the other hand. Teased. The hands caressing and stroking her soft folds. Painting the dew of her orgasm over her clit. <br><br>The large body against her. Not the mountain but certainly big. Bigger than most. Hands well aware of what to touch. Touching and pinching. Building that pleasure without her permission. Without her consent.&nbsp; Getting her use to the handling of a man who wanted to hear her moan in pleasure and cum on his fingers.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 08:36:00</strong>
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				Lily sighed as the chain came loose from her neck. That relief was short lived as she felt cold metal against her ankle click in place. The ratting of chains of the floor worried her. Still that worry was coupled with sensations of pleasure as the hand ran down jer leg to the shcakle for her other ankle. <br><br>She felt a body press into hers, she had no idea it was the very teacher that made her cum moments ago. Clothes ripped from her body, easy as pie. She was naked now, exposed to all who could see her. She quaked as the cold air hit her skin, causing her nipples to go fully erect. The kiss sent tingles through her body, so tender and sexy all at the same time. <br><br>The heavy body on hers, the arm that hugged her to lift her, familiar. Was it the teacher, not some random stranger that entered the room moments ago? As he fingers roughed up her sex again, she knew it was him. There was a certain security in knowing the person that was touching you, kissing you, groping you , was someone you knew. Even if it was the sick bastard teacher, at least it wasn't some random guy who would do god knows what to her.<br><br>Lily nodded under the hood at his instructions. Her body pressed tightly to his, she felt the sense of relief wash over her. He would guide her, which was all lily ever needed anyway, guidance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 13:42:37</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>It was obviously her turn she knew as the ape stalked towards her.&nbsp; He opened and slammed the door a few times, making her scream out, she swore at him, screaming obscenities.&nbsp; "Fucking you, let us go" she protested, her body throbbing from where she had crashed against the heavy door behind her.&nbsp; She whimpered as her shoulder blades crashed into the solid door.&nbsp; Again, again and again he did it, making her scream in anger at him..<br><br>Then he let her down, collapsing to the floor and a heap.&nbsp; She screamed but he was there, waiting, a gag shoved into her mouth, cutting off any sound.&nbsp; She kicked and fought him even as she saw the others walk in.&nbsp; And the mail sack.&nbsp; She screamed into the gag, kicking out at Vern, the guy wasn't playing by the rules.&nbsp; Infact she had no idea what he was up too.<br><br>She was dragged by the feet, her hands tied behind her.&nbsp; Then she was stuffed into the mail sack, they didn't care if they hurt her, she was just tied in there, the gag stopping her from making a sound.&nbsp; Again she was dragged out, bouncing on the hard floor.&nbsp; She was picked up like a sack of potatoes and then thrown into some kind of vehicle.&nbsp; It had happened so quick...she had a chance to think, suddenly she knew things were bad.....very bad...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 17:09:54</strong>
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				~Lily<br><br>"Step," Vern voice vibrating from his chest against her. <br><br>The large body pushing forward. Half carrying half guiding. Many steps. The difference in the floor from the class room to the hallway from wood to tile. The sounds in closer. More echo for the short hallway. The sounds of outside. The rumbling on an engine. The smell of acrid smell of diesel.<br><br>"Keep movin. There's a ramp." Vern's voice with arms tightening slightly. "Duck swan girl."<br><br>The sinking of the platform under her as weigh of the heavier body entered the confined place. A hand to the back of her neck. <br><br>"Bend your knees and squat." Vern directed and pressed a hand down on her shoulder.<br><br>A hand to her ankle chain lifting it up another short chain moving up her back to fasten at her wrist cuffs. She was in a kneeling position and no way to stand. The leash at her collar tugged lightly as the chain rattled then clicked locking her to a ring on the floor. The rustled of a large body near her before the sound of mental closing on metal. The click of a lock.<br><br>"There," Vern said nearby. "All safe in your transport kennel while I go get Goth Princess."<br><br>Boot steps had the platform moving slightly and then silence.<br><br>~ Madison<br><br>Boot steps moving in Madison's direction. Hands on her teasing her.<br><br>The voice of the Middle east, "I want to try her."<br><br>Vern's voices "Alright." <br><br>More hands on her. Ensure she would not move away. Pressing her against a body of solid steel. Other hands to her shoulders. Sliding down to press and clench her breasts. <br><br>A hot wet mouth on one nipple. The other breast pinched and pressed. The other hand down her body. Stroking into her sex. <br>A leg pressing against hers preventing her from closing them shut. The mouth descended. Slowly traveling down her body. The intent clear. Harsh mustache past her velvet cover. The heat of that tongue against her clit.<br><br>Hands pressing her back tight against the man behind her while the mouth in front tasted her.&nbsp; Her tits pinched and gripped harshly in hands calloused from hard work.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 17:32:35</strong>
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				Madison groaned and stayed still hating every second of what was happening. Hearing the unfamiliar voice and then Vern's across the room she knew it was the foreign man. She growled and kicked her feet, then chain of the shackles jangling. This wasn't what she wanted and to top it all off she was alone in the room with two monsters. One she knew and the other not so much. "Please no," she whimpered as she was lifted up and pressed against the slightly familiar body of Vern. Other hands now manipulating her body in more ways than one. The harsh feel of facial hair only confirming who was where. Hands were pressed firmly against a body of steel but she still managed to twist them enough to dig her nails into his chest. "Stop it! I don't want this!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 17:43:06</strong>
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				Lily started out of the room, worried she was leaving the other two behind. She walked slowly, her body pressed against his as they moved down the hall. She moved just as he asked, up a ramp, obviously to a waiting van or truck. <br><br>She or her head down to enter the vehicle, so she wouldn't knock herself unconscious. Soon she was down on jer knees, unaware of her surroundings. She was bound, unable to move now. She heard the clicks and clanks of chains being hooked into various places. Soon a door shut. Kennel? She was in a dog cage? This was terrible. Then silence as he left her. Tears streamed down her cheeks in buckets wondering about the other girls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 18:24:33</strong>
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				~ Madison<br><br>Deep groan rumbled against her clit. Fingers spreading her open. Exposing her new dam slit for probing. The tongue pressing into her slit. Lips suckling her clit. Scratchy beard at her soft folds. Agitating her. Seeking to arouse her as she was sandwiched between the two of them. <br><br>The pinch and clenching of her breasts. A strike to her breast with a sharp snap at her nipple.&nbsp; Then the other one.<br><br>A hand keeping her legs open as the tongue probed deeper. Striking into her. Forcing her channel open. Scraping along her g spot. Giving her no release.&nbsp; <br><br>Fingers groped her. Pulling her ass cheeks against a the abrasive material of trousers. Along the form of that hard stiff cock she had felt earlier. They worked her body. Calling out her arousal. Touching the hunger Vern had found earlier. Dropping the match onto the embers to watch her burn between them as they heated her fire for their use.<br><br>A lesson for her. A taste for him. Training. Use. Force orgasm as she was held by two men as they lavished pleasure and mixed pain. <br><br>Once she climaxed they planned to toss her in the van like the others. Chain her kneeling to the floor. Close and lock the kennel. She was the last of the three.&nbsp; The last one in the cage of the cargo compartment in the van. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 22:05:52</strong>
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				Even as much as she tried to stop the pleasure from washing through her as it had before it was next to impossible. Especially with two experienced men working her body. She squirmed uncomfortably as the beard continued to scrape at her folds, causing an itch that just wouldn't go away.<br><br>She squealed and twisted in one's arms from the sudden sting to her tender breasts. Her nipples standing tall and proud despite her shame.<br><br>The tongue inside her struck something that made her body stiffen, her back press hard against her sole support. Madison felt like at any moment she would have another orgasm, but she fought it bitterly. Teeth digging into her lower lip until it bled.<br><br>The familiar feel of the man's heated shaft. Her body was on fire, responding to their ministrations until she came silently, her body once more falling limp in shame. How that could degrade her and act as if her voice was unheard enraged her, but with the heavy chains and numbers not in her favor she continued to remain silent. Tears she had held back since arriving at Lady Shaw's slowly streaming down her cheeks.<br><br>It was all business after that as they hauled her out of the classroom and into what she could only guess was a car or truck. Madison was chained down on her knees before there was the sound of metal connecting with metal and then the click of a lock before some doors were slammed shut. Feeling more alone than ever she broke down in earnest. Things had gone from bad to worse and she trembled as the tears came down in torrents, her chest heaving as she sobbed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 23:27:39</strong>
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				Muffled voices outside the Van right after the back door slammed shut. Words broke thru. A few combinations. Slaves. Earn money. Long drive. Only three. One more. Return later. New home.&nbsp; Break tonight.<br><br>The platform shifted. The engines rumbled. The faint smell of diesel near by. Motion that swinging rhythm as the Van pulled along the grass before finding hard concrete then asphalt. <br><br>This would be the ride of their lives. At the end was new duties in a way not even Lady Shaw had dreamed. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 01:52:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4020196#msg4020196">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 16-12-2010, 07:15:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sark~ With Charlotte<br><br>Jarid listened as the chair rocked back and forth. He cradled her in his arms as she talked about her fears. Admitting those deeper feelings she couldn't hide a blush that left her breathless. He noticed her nipples long before she mentioned them. <br><br>"Oh yeah," He said as he licked the tip of his finger. <br><br>That finger brushed the plateau of her nipple. The flat of the orb. He painted her nipple wet with his finger tip knowing the breeze from the fire place would lightly sweep past it. He licked his finger to paint her other nipple. <br><br>"Tell me more," He remarked as though it were natural to find out these things. "What felt the best or was there something he did that you especially liked? Something that made your heart pound?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Charlotte</strong><br><br>"Please..please don't" she whispered as he touched her tender, sensitive nipples.&nbsp; She pushed herself from his lap, which wasn't easy.&nbsp; She walked across the room, her arms folded across her chest.&nbsp; <br><br>"I had no idea I was coming here" she told him, starring out the window, her back to him.&nbsp; "I left my home, my friends and was thrown into this place.&nbsp; I hate it here, I wanted to go home.&nbsp; Instead I spent the night in the dungeon, I was whipped" she felt tears on her cheeks, "all I want is to feel as if I belong somewhere" she admitted, "instead I'm raped in front of the whole school, my virginity is torn from me in some freaked out show" her voice very soft.&nbsp; <br><br>"I have never done anything bad you know.&nbsp; I'm a good girl, I've always done things to please others" she bowed her head, "I feel lost.&nbsp; Lost, hopeless and alone" she told him, her shoulders slumped.&nbsp; "I dont know what to do or who to trust anymore!!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 02:43:55</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~in the back of the van, hopefully with Evie and Lily</strong><br><br>Where were they going? She whimpered and shook, the van jolting them from side to side. "Girls?" she called quietly her voice shaking with the fear. "Are you alright?" There was so much going through her mind she didn't know where they were going. "What the hell do they plan on doing with us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 02:54:54</strong>
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				Lily realizing she's not alone<br><br>She heard Madi's voice, "I'm so scared, where are we going? They said something about a new home? Breaking us? Please, I'm terrified you guys. I never expected them to take us away from school. I miss my family." lily started to cry, shaking and scared. They were caged like animals and there was nothing they could do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 03:29:14</strong>
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				Madison~ feeling more than a little relieved.<br><br>"I have no idea, but they won't stop messing with us. You know they took another turn at me before they brought be back here. But I have the feeling these sickos have some serious plans for us, because it's been about torturing us, them getting zero pleasure," Madi said deep in thought. "I hate my parents. I can't believe they sent me to this school and now I've lost everything. We've lost everything!" she screamed in anger.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 06:33:37</strong>
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				<strong>Jarid Sark ~ With Charlotte</strong><br><br>“A good girl who got frightened and was caught running away,” Jarid reminded her.<br><br>He went to the kitchen where the kettle was chirping. Bringing the kettle over he lifted the lid of the tea pot and poured the hot water in. Then placed the kettle on a cool burner on the stove. Then dropped the metal basket of fresh ground tea leaves in the pot.. Darjeela tea. <br><br>“You are not alone. You are with me. And I should be the one concerned with trust. But I’m not because I am not alone. I’m with a good girl who is simply frightened about her sexuality and confused about how she should be feeling.”<br><br>He moved the tea to the hot plate on the counter, “Come have a sit down while the tea steeps so we can chat.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 19:37:34</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ The VAN ride to Hell</strong><br><br>Vern looked out the window catching glimpses of a cottage along the winding narrow road. They had taken the first right to Sedgwick&nbsp; at the last round about and the scenery changed to rolling fields with great stone fences that marked each property. <br><br>The road narrowed with each turn. Ghassom Moussad didn’t seem to notice and took the damn things like they were straight aways and roared with laughter. It was getting on Vern’s nerves. The laughter not the driving. A man could only take so much maniacal laughter.<br><br>“What the fuck, Moussad??” Vern growled.<br><br>“Shut up boy. I’m shaking them up back there. Tugging on all those chains. Getting them ready for the unload,” The Syrian growled back.<br><br>“Not the drivin that fuckin cackle!”<br><br>Ghassom shrugged as if to say tough and took the turn sharper than he had to for the effect it would have in the back.&nbsp; Then laughed evilly.<br><br>Vern got the message and cross his arms across his chest in protest, “So how many times are we gonna drive back and forth on this big ass circle of yours?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Two more,” Moussad said, ”To confuse them.”<br><br>“They ain’t gonna get rescued they’re gonna get trained to perform and put on a fuckin plane to places that never heard of emancipation just like Mr. Tsade wants,” Vern grumbled as the Syrian cut the wheel sharply and he floated back against the window again. <br><br>Twenty minutes later and the Van made the turn into the iron gate and electric fence of the estate.&nbsp; It looked like a road thru a forest. The Van kept going and emerged on the other side of the tree outcropping. They drove past the cottage and into the barn while someone in the silo above them watched with binoculars and the monitors strategically placed around the estate. <br><br>The van drove in. Stopped. Backed into a stall that had only the most general connection with horses. Vern got out first and came around back to push the combination on the post. <br><br>The stall wall rumbled as hydraulics came to live and the platform lowered to the Van bumper. Vern climbed up and went to the wall of the barn itself and pushed the green button. A sharp beep sounded twice as the elevator cage rose up and settled in place ready to bring those above down into the bowels of this hellish facility.<br><br>The Syrian was on the platform standing by the back door of the Van waiting to open it once Vern brought the dollies to transport the cages. No accidental escapes. No drama unloading. <br><br>Once in the depths of hell, then it was on.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 20:29:48</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>She had no idea what was happening.&nbsp; She could hear the others, one of them was crying, probably Lily.&nbsp; She couldnt even let them know she was here, she was tied, gagged, a hood over her head and then tied into a mail sack.&nbsp; She was scared, so very scared, but at the same time her sense of adventure had kicked in and she couldnt help wonder where they would wake up being.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mouth was dry, the manical laughter was bugging her now and the ride was bouncey and bumpy and she was thrown around a fair bit.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>And then they stopped and she waited, her heart pounding in her chest....
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 20:36:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4034569#msg4034569">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 20-12-2010, 06:33:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Jarid Sark ~ With Charlotte</strong><br><br>“A good girl who got frightened and was caught running away,” Jarid reminded her.<br><br>He went to the kitchen where the kettle was chirping. Bringing the kettle over he lifted the lid of the tea pot and poured the hot water in. Then placed the kettle on a cool burner on the stove. Then dropped the metal basket of fresh ground tea leaves in the pot.. Darjeela tea. <br><br>“You are not alone. You are with me. And I should be the one concerned with trust. But I’m not because I am not alone. I’m with a good girl who is simply frightened about her sexuality and confused about how she should be feeling.”<br><br>He moved the tea to the hot plate on the counter, “Come have a sit down while the tea steeps so we can chat.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Charlotte</strong><br><br>She could hear him tinkering with the tea, making the pot full and she realised how much she was looking forward to having a cup.&nbsp; She was hungry too, she would have killed for one of her mum's bacon buttys, but she knew she would probably never have one again.<br><br>When he called her to him she turned and walked to him, not sure where to sit.&nbsp; Her back was still tender and she winced as she tried to rub her shoulders.&nbsp; "I'm still so sore.&nbsp; I had never been beaten like that.&nbsp; And then what happened in class this morning.&nbsp; I hope the other girls are alright" she mused, looking at him, sighing sadly, "what do you teach?" she asked him, perching on the edge of a chair.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 21:48:07</strong>
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				<strong>Lily in van</strong><br><br>She knew Madison was right, that they would continue to pick away at them ounce by ounce. She felt for Madi when she began to scream, Lily felt the same way but it came out in tears. <br><br>Soon she was jolted and jarred, thrown around as the van jerked and sputtered. She was getting seasick. She felt the van go backward and the familiar sound of beeping. Now lily just haddle scared, wondering just what lie ahead for them all. 
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 23:14:02</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ about to vomit</strong><br><br>She knew exactly what they were doing, the scratchy one and cowboy were trying to get them disoriented. Madison had watched enough crime movies and novels where the same thing happened. They were jolted in the same series of directions over and over again. It didn't make a difference, by the bumps and jumps in the road it was obvious they were in 'the boonies'.<br><br>Taking a deep breath she tried to calm her stomach, the non-existing food and acid threatening to come up and soil the inside of the wretched hood. Maddi slammed her feet into the floor of the van. "If you freaks can hear me you're gonna have an awful mess to clean if you don't knock it off!"<br><br><em>If that dude doesn't stop laughing I swear when I get my hands on him it'll- ah who am I kidding,</em> she thought as they came to a stop. There were several more sends before air rushed over her nude form. "Can you take this stuff off now?"
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 00:46:45</strong>
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				Vern~ and the Van<br><br>“On three,” Moussad said in that accent.<br><br>“Forget it,” Vern said as he pushed the trolley beside Madison’s kennel. “Your english sucks.&nbsp; Just lift the fuckin kennel already!”<br><br>“Fuck you mother,” Moussad replied but he lifted at the same time Vern did.<br><br>“It’s ... motherfucker!” Vern corrected, as they swung the kennel on the trolley.<br><br>Vern gave the cage a swift kick. Just a tap to get that hooded bitch’s attention. “One more mouthy word and you get it first bitch!”<br><br>He turned to the next cage. The swan girl was next. Moussad was waiting impatiently on one side. <br><br>Vern stepped over as he grumbled. “I’m tired of these mouthy bitches. I can’t wait to whip one of ‘em...Lift.”<br><br>Lily’s kennel swung a little as the two men horsed it up and on the trolley. <br><br>“Dis one dah quiet girl yes?” Moussad asked as he set the lock on the cage to the trolley. <br><br>“No, it’s this one is the quiet girl right..” Vern corrected.<br><br>“Yes, right same same.” Moussad replied and moved to the last kennel with the mail bag inside. <br><br>“It ain’t the same yah stupid Beeeitch..” Vern growled and lifted Evie kennel.<br><br>“Bastard, girl is bitch..” Moussad corrected and lifted his end.<br><br>“Yeah right,” Vern said as they moved her to the last trolley and Moussad locked the kennel in place.<br><br>Vern got on the back and began to push it forward. Moussad gave it a shove and the trolley of three carts slipping on the rails and lumbered to the elevator. It stopped with a short thud.<br><br>Moussad closed the gate and hit the down button. The elevator, the cart full of the three girls, and the two men descended three levels. Then stopped. Moussad slide the gate open and got to the back with Vern.<br><br>“What bout number 4?” Moussad asked.<br><br>Vern shrugged as he put his back into pushing the trolley and it’s captive out into the complex. A little further and he let it roll to a stop. <br><br>“I’ll go back later to collect the last one.”<br><br>Moussad looked over at the trolley deciding how to do the presentation.&nbsp; Mr. Tsade had particular tastes.<br><br>(OOC : Jarid Sark and Charlotte thread here :&nbsp; <br><br>Lady Shaw's Private College: Mr. Sark's Music with Frets in it<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92603.msg4037513#msg4037513 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92603.msg4037513#msg4037513) )<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 01:15:49</strong>
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				Madison~ Getting all shook up<br><br>"You have me caged like an animal and you expect me to play nice? Go fuck yourself," she muttered, hopefully withou it being heard over all the commotion. She didn't like the fact that he had rattled her cage. In some ways she had managed to find comfort within the confines of the kennel, it was where she would be untouched, at least for the moment. She heard two more clangs which meant Evie was definitely with them, but why was she so quiet?<br><br>It was comical to listen to the two men while they spoke and Madison found it hard to to keep herself from laughing. In fact, with her nervousness she had broken out in laughter and didn't care what the brutes said about it. There was the sound of doors and gets shutting then they were descending, but to what madison had to wonder. "Hey Cowboy! We at your ranch or something?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 22:08:58</strong>
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				"That's it!" Vern announced and reached into the cage that held Madison. <br><br>"You've won the lotto to hell, sweet thing!" Vern opened Madison's kennel door and unlocked the chains from the link on the cage floor. <br><br>Moussad watched as the mountain pulled the girl out of the kennel and threw her to the&nbsp; concrete floor. He was going to say something but didn't when he saw the hand grab the chains that held her ankles shackles and begin to walk off towards the detention cages and a placed call the aquarium. <br><br>"You crazy I fuck you mother, Vern!"<br><br>"Shut up rag head and bring the other two bitches along to see what's next," Vern growled.<br><br>Vern stepped off and pulled the chain dragging Madison behind him. He didn't care. The only rules here were rules that applied to bitches. They would go along with training or they would be ground into fertilizer and stuffed in 50 lb bags bound for field in northern Russia. <br><br><br>They'd earn their life of luxury but right now they'd think Lady Shaw's was a decant vacation spa compared to what was about to happen to them. Right now it was breaking them in time. <br><br>And Goth Princess was first.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 23:33:03</strong>
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				Madison shrieked as her body hit the cold hard floor, whimpering as pain seared through her body. Again there was the sound of rattling chains before she felt her body being dragged across the floor. <em>This fucker is crazy!</em> She whimpered as she heard the man's jumbled English, <em>how can anyone understand him?</em><br><br>"I'm already in hell dickhead!" she screamed, silently scolding herself, but adrenaline was pumping and it was already going to be painful so why not get everything out at once before they silenced her. "They can't see shit unless you take these hideous hoods off dipshit!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 05:51:42</strong>
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				Moussad grinned. He liked that little spicy thing Vern was dragging. She would look good in his harem. She would look good in his chains at his feet.&nbsp; She would look good gasping and moaning as he took her. He would take her if Vern didn't kill her first.<br><br>The Syrian turned his attention back to the other two. He opened their cages one at a time. Unlocked them from the floor simultaneously. <br><br>Moussad pulled the mail bag out first. Grabbed the girl by the leg and pulled her out. He took the hood off her head but left the gag on. The chain he clipped to her collar and left her arms bound behind her. The shackles at her ankle would keep her in short steps. No running.<br><br>Moussad turned his attention to the other cage. It was Lily's turn to come out. He jerked her out by the arm. Took off her hood and wagged a finger at her.<br><br>"No scream. Scream I beat! Okay Okay!!" Moussad explained as he clipped the chain from Evie's collar to Lily's.<br><br>"You number 1," Moussad told Lily and lifted her up to stand. <br><br>He moved to Evie. lifting her up. Warning them both with a pat of the flogger that hung off his belt. <br><br>"Obey!! Okay Okay!!" Moussad said and clipped the chain leash to Lily's collar.<br><br>"Number 1 walk!" Moussad said as he tugged on the leash. <br><br>The Syrian walked them in single file around the corner and down a short ramp past a sign that read. Aquarium mid level. He opened the door for them to go inside.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 06:02:06</strong>
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				Lily could not stand this, any of it. They were tossed around like cargo rather than human beings. Bumped and pushed, loaded one by one off the van after they had been badly jarred around inside of it. Sne felt her cage moved, jostled, and she had no idea where she was. <br><br>There was some guy who did not know how to speak very well, all his sentences came out jumbled. They seemed to bicker back and forth over his grammar, something so trivial now. <br><br>She heard Madi and was scared for her. Lily didn't likenthst they were being separated. She felt horrible they were taking Madi, using her first. God knew what they would do to her. <br><br>Soon, she&nbsp; felt a hand on her arm jerking her out of her confinement. Once the hood came off, she saw the guy, big oaf looking man. No wonder his English wasn't very good. She looked at Evie amd nodded, at least she was with one of the girls. They were chained and made to walk. <br><br>Lily shook the entire time they were moving. Madi, her thoughts went to Madi the entire time. Lily saw the sign on the door and turned to Evie. Aquarium? Were they going to feed them to the sharks? She was scared as all hell and didn't want to know what fate they had in store for them.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 06:10:26</strong>
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				<strong>VERN ~~ with Madison</strong><br><br>Vern dragged Madison around the curved of a wall. He kept going a few steps before reaching a ramp going upward at a gentle angle.&nbsp; He dragged Madison up the ramp past a sign that read. Aquarium Platform level.<br><br>He opened the door and pulled her inside. The air was heavy with the smell of sea water. Temperate and humid. The spray of water echoing along with the hiss of the pump filters that kept the water moving in the enormous tank.&nbsp; <br><br>It was shallow at the platform end and graduated deeper. Further out there was coral and other things. Creatures of the sea. The platform was in the shallows. It is where Vern dumped Madison.<br><br>He leaned over to a bucket with a nasty smelling gel that had a few not human eye balls and other things in it. Vern got a handful of the jelly and began smearing Madison's legs and belly with it. Lathering her with the nasty stuff. <br><br>He stopped as he saw the movement in the water.&nbsp; His hands to her back releasing one of her wrist. He brought both her hands in front of her and cuffed her wrists together. His hand to her hood. He removed it.<br><br>The first tentacle edged close to the platform and Vern grinned. Chester the Molester had come for a tidbit in the shallows.<br><br>"Can you swim?" Vern asked as the tentacle floated closer and close to the girl's leg.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 15:25:27</strong>
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				Madison~ being dragged to hell<br><br>Lucky for Madison she had landed on her side/back when she had been tossed from her cage so it was her backside that was slowly being torn up from the harsh, cold floor. Goosebumps rose on her flesh and she shuddered, feeling herself moving at a light angle. The metal shackles continued to dig into her ankles as did the cuffs that bound her hands behind her back, drawing small trails of blood from the abrasions.<br><br>Her sense of smell was effected by the hood but she could feel the difference, it was almost as if&nbsp; she were suddenly at a tropical beach. [/i]But we're underground![/i] she thought, trying to piece everything together. For the trip she had remained silent and still, preferring not to end up to badly injured. She was definitely glad when suddenly she was dropped into shallow water, no more than a couple inches deep. It burned and Madison cried out, every opening in her flesh flaring up as the salty water invaded the wounds.<br><br>The next sensation had her stomach churning. Something slimy and chunky was being smeared all over her torso and legs. <em>What the hell is this?</em> she thought turning to her side when she felt legs and belly with it. Lathering her with the nasty stuff. She rolled to her side when his hands left her, hoping to rinse some of the horrid gook but was stopped by the calloused hand that shifted her arms to her front and restrained her once more.<br><br>The hood was gone and Madison had to blink several times to allow her eyes to adjust to the light once more. Her nose scrunched up in disgust from the stench that came off her body. It was a rotten fishy smell and made the girl feel even worse than before. Bile rose up and she spit it into the water, hating the taste. "Why the hell did you put this shit on me?" she asked looking back at Vern before looking to the edge of the platform.<br><br>Eyes wide when she saw the tentacle of what she could only guess was an octopus.<br><em>'Can you swim?'</em> he asked.<br>"No sir, I can't nor do I know how," she admitted, fearing he would toss her into the water and let her drown.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 22:51:41</strong>
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				Vern ~ Madison<br><br>"Ahh.. that's really gonna suck huh?" Vern commented as the tentacle brushed along the girl's ankle. <br><br>"Chester 'll probably take you to the shelf," Vern said. <br><br>Vern saw the depth marker on the side of the tank. The water level at the shelf was just above Madison's nose. If she bobbed on her toes she could get breaths. If Chester didn't pull her legs together while he tried to find a place for his sex tentacle to drill in her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Course if you apologize and beg to be beaten and fucked. I'd get you." Vern told her.<br><br>He meant it. He'd come and get her out of there and beat her if she apologized and begged. If not she was gonna get used by the octopus. They weren't nice those octopus. Savage actually. She'd be wearing those sucker marks for weeks and girls that had not begged screamed in terror just getting walked past the Aquarium. <br><br>"Course maybe you want Chester to fuck then eat parts of you." Vern remarked as the tentacle wrapped around Madison's leg.<br><br>Vern waited for her response.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 22:53:35</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ w Lily and Evie</strong><br><br>Moussad led Lily followed by Evie to the second level of the tank. He placed them both in single stalls where they would stand side by side chained to a rail in place. He wanted both of them to see this. Sleep with the fishes was a real possibility in this place if one protested too much. <br><br>The platform at eye level where the girl and Vern were playing. Then the next level called the shelf. What was undulating below the surface of the water was a Octopus the size of a great dane with tentacles that looked to reach about 12 or fourteen feet. <br><br>The scream of the girl as she was tossed into the salt brine sea got his attention. Heating him and his hand came to Lily as he stood behind her. His hot breath panting against her shoulder. <br><br>A curious six foot manta ray swam past the two girls on it's way to the deeper end of the aquarium the size of a foot ball field or larger. It disappeared over the edge. <br><br>"Maybe you friend fuck octopus. Maybe she died. Maybe she beg." Moussad shrugged. <br><br>"Vern big hole in ass I think," Moussad remarked. "Not angry to Vern. You be many times regret."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 23:20:22</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with the stupid fuck that can't speak English </strong><br><br>Lily followed the oaf to a spot near a viewing area of the tank. She looked and saw Madi, covered in slime, still chained, and looking down at the tank. That's when Lily saw the tentacle snake up to Madi's ankle. <br><br>Lily's face went pale, all color draining from her. He was going to drown them! Kill each of the girls one by one in that tank. Had Shaws known about this? She silently cursed her parent s for sending her away, now their little girl would be gone forever. Would they regret that decision now? <br><br>Fuck the octopus?! No, no way, this guy was sick beyond words. Lily was shaking so hard, the chains were rattling on her. "Please god, please let us make it out of here alive," she said softly. She watched praying she was not ably to see Madi perish in this large tank. Because of the octopus didn't get her, that manta ray would probably head right for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 23:59:18</strong>
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				Madison~Vern<br><br>Madison followed Vern's gaze to the marker, yanking her feet as close to her body as possible at the feel of a fleshy tentacle brushed against her ankle. "Dear god no! Please no," she whined, imagining what it would be like to lose her virginity to a sea creature. No, it couldn't happen that way. She would rather Vern take her, at least then it would be a man! "I don't wanna go to the shelf, I'll drown!"<br><br>She had heard stories of what an octopus could do, the suction cups on the tentacles so strong you don't get away unless it wants to release you. Then of course there was the beak that could bite a finger clean off your hand like it wasn't any trouble. Her body shook on the platform as Madi looked up at Vern, her eyes watering slightly.<br><br>There was no need to be told that she could beg, that thought had already crossed her mind. She silently wished she were simply being whipped and beaten mercilessly. Anything to be away from Chester. "No, no! I-i don't want to be eaten, please, please don't let it fuck me. Already it seemed to have a hold on her and it didn't seem to want to let go.<br><br>Is this what happened to people who went to Shaw's? If so her father would be livid. This wasn't what 'Mark's' little girl was supposed to do.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 01:35:33</strong>
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				<strong>Evie with fucking your mother rag head</strong><br><br>She hated the man with them, he was foreign, he smelt funny.&nbsp; She hated people who werent like her, especially if they had a odour problem.&nbsp; Gah, it didnt cost anything to shower.&nbsp; Damn she wanted to tell him what she thought of this.<br><br>Evie actually liked the idea fo being fucked by tentacles, it was something that had often featured in her dreams.&nbsp; Aliens tentacles, not octopus, but a tentacle was a tentacle wasnt it?<br><br>She stood next to Lily, watching the ray gracefully fly past.&nbsp; Poor Madison, she didnt deserve this, none of them deserved this...but tentacles....
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 05:28:17</strong>
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				Vern~ With Madison<br><br>Madison's begging satisfied Vern enough for him to dip his hand in that gel and walk over to the tentacle. He tossed the handful into the shelf. It took a minute or two before the tentacle released the girl's leg and the Octopus slipped off the shallow.<br><br>Vern bend down and grabbed Madison by the hair. "Up yah go!"<br><br>He lifted her to her toes, "Now let's see about beatin an fuckin you! You're going to the play room now."<br><br>Vern danced her on her toes off the platform. She smelled like fish guts. He didn't care. There was a hose in the play room. It was used to wash the blood into the drain. So no difference really. She'd get the hose down after they were thru with her. <br><br>"Hope you can sing yah little cunt or else you'll be toss into the shelf," Vern said by way of making conversation and he danced her out the door of the Aquarium and down the ramp. <br><br>He took a left and headed straight for the cages in unit 13. The play room was the first door on the right. He was gonna take her in and spread her standing in chains. Legs and arms out from her body for a nice good beating.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 05:30:40</strong>
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				Moussad ~ with lily and Evie<br><br>"Yes, good," Moussad said excited. <br><br>His hands on the chains that held the two bitches in place at the rail. He gave it a tug. <br><br>"Come. New home now." He told them. " I am for the beating of that bitch. Walk faster." and removed the crop from his belt to use on them if they slowed.<br><br>The Syrian would take them to unit 13. They would be in different cages beside each other for now. Mr. Tsade would decide what to do with them very soon.<br><br>Moussad spoke over his shoulder to them and set a brisk pace, "You are new rock band 3. Better you practice to singing. You know doe ray me?&nbsp; You know that song.&nbsp; I go. You sing. Practice. Boss let you live you sing good."<br><br>He brought them into unit 13 just behind Vern and Madison. He took them down a few cages. There were others there. Some with the mark of the whip. Some slept. Some watched from a corner. <br><br>&nbsp;Some just watched as he opened a cage and pushed Evie inside then unleashed her from lily. He moved down one cage and pushed Lily inside. He left the equipment on them and locked both cages. They'd be brought out later for branding and other things so he didn't bother. <br><br>"Okay I go now." Moussad announced and turned back towards the play room. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 05:51:40</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- what the fuck did he say?</strong><br><br>Ok that accent and horrible grammar was getting to Lily. Sne didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. She walked with Evie, looking back, shrugging her shoulders after every phrase he uttered.<br><br>Rock band three? What was this nut job talking about! Singing? What? Now they bad to sing? Lily shook her head, this had to be a bizare nightmare, it just had to be. <br><br>When they entered the room, she saw Madi and smiled kindly, glad she didn't have to deal with that sea creature. Bit then Lily saw other cages filled. She looked once more to Evie. "If we get out if here alive and together, we need to make sure the world knows about this place." Lily whispered it low enough for only Evie's ears.<br><br>Once they were shoved in cages again, Lily sighed, yes a terrible nightmare....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 06:44:03</strong>
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				Madison~ Saved from the octopus<br><br>A wave of relief mixed with dread washed over her when the octopus decided to let go. Madi winced and tried to reach up to stop the hands at her head, but stopped short when she saw the cuffs.<br><br>She whimpered and danced, hands instinctively reaching up in defense as they moved to yet another room in the dungeon from hell. The smell still invaded her senses, her stomach churning once again.<br><br>"I- I can sing," she said softly, happy to be away from the salty air. Madison looked around her, her feet slipping and sliding as she tried to keep up.<br><br>There were girls in cages some marked, others sleeping while others looked on from a corner. It was relieving when the chains cuffs and shackles came undone. Shortlived as it was she felt better when she was spread. "Sir, p-please.. I- I'm sorry.. I'll be quiet.. I'll sing. Just d-don't kill me!"
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 07:18:15</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Madison and Moussad in the play room</strong><br><br>Vern was at the wall picking out which whip to use on her while she was speaking. He picked one out. Snapped it into the air and shook his head then put it back. Picked out another.&nbsp; Snapped it in the air. The weigh and feel were to his liking. <br><br>"Good, singing just might save you," Vern replied. "But not from what I promised you."<br><br>It had three tongue with knots on the ends. He reached into his pocket and set a note pad on the shelf. Stepped back. Moved his arm and shot it out. The note pad exploded in a shower of graffiti. It was perfect. <br><br>"This is gonna hurt a lot," Vern said as he walked to her. His hand stroking over her breast and played in her cunt. Teasing her heat as he watched knowing there was nothing she could do to defend herself.<br><br>Moussad entered quietly. He stood off to one side watching. This one he wanted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 07:19:25</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ An Inviting she can't refuse </strong><br><br>Mr. Tsade watched from his office as three new ones were removed from the lift. The initiation in the Aquarium seemed to go well. At least by the disposition of one of them in the play room and the other two in unit 13 cages. He watched the two. <br><br>Something about one of them caught his eye. He pressed the button on his phone. <br><br>"Unit 13. Cell K. Bring her to my suite." Mr. Tsade didn't wait for a reply.<br><br>He rose from behind the desk and stepped out the back way. His rooms were in the executive level. It was where he entertained. It was where he would wait for the new girl in cell K.<br><br>Guards. They wore the uniform of security. There were two of them. They both had stunners on their belts. There were an assortment of zipties, cuffs and manacles on those belts.&nbsp; The tall man had a whip. The square build man had a cane and leash. <br><br>They entered Unit 13 together. Those in cages all went to the back. All except possibly the two new ones. They walked passed cell J. Past the girl with the gag.<br><br>But they stopped at cell K. Lily still had the leash hanging from her collar. That was convenient. The tall one opened the cage door. <br><br>It was the square one with the sour look that reached for the leash, "Come here bitch. You're going with us."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 13:11:57</strong>
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				<strong>Lily being taken from her friends</strong><br><br>Lily had curled herself up, a little chilled, she tried to keep herself warm. She had been in the cave next Evie only a short time when two guards came strolling in. Lily looked to Evie, nervous wondering what was happening. She saw girls scramble to get to the backs of their cages, afraid of the men. This did not look good, not good at all. <br><br>One opened her cage and called her forth. "Evie I'm scared. I don't want to leave you two." Still the guards were quiet menacing, and from everything they had been through, Lily knew it best to do as they said. She moved forward to them, looking around, wondering where they were taking her now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 23:52:09</strong>
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				<strong>Vern and Moussad ~ with Madison</strong><br><br>Vern tease Madison breast. His fingers ran down her body to her cunt. brushing into her heat. <br><br>"Moussad, you wanna taste this cunt while I whip her?" Vern asked. <br><br>Moussad came to Madison. He removed a handkerchief from his back pocket.<br><br>Vern frowned, "What's that for?"<br><br>"I don't know where is you tongue been. I not want foreign germs. I clean her cunt first," Moussad explained as he placed the hanky over his two fingers. <br><br>"Fucking dip stick" Vern growled and walked behind Madison. <br><br>Moussad winked at Madison and whispered, "You no worry I fuck you okay fine. You moan many times. No regret."<br><br>Moussad's hand and the handkerchief eased into Madison's sex. Slowly entering her slit. His thumb on her clit swirling sensations into every cell. His mouth on her breast. Licking and swallowing her. <br><br>The snap of the whip in the air behind Madison. Vern was check for distance. He adjusted. His arm snapped out and he watched the whip explode across her back.<br><br>&nbsp;It was a training whip. Lots of sound. Lots of sharp pain. It would take a lot to tear the skin but not much at all to leave a burning memory that would terrorize her every time a whip was pointed in her direction. <br><br>While Moussad was eating down her body to mouth her cunt and stuff that hanky into her pussy. Vern struck her with the whip. Taking his time. Giving her minutes to feel the pain, Moussad's attention and dread the next strike. <br><br>"How's that bitch. You gonna do what your told or you want more?" Vern asked.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 23:55:49</strong>
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				<strong>Lilly ~ with escorts to Mr Tsade's suite</strong><br><br>The two guards walked Lily between them. She was now far too valuable to misplace. They past the Aquarium which was central to the complex. Past the elevator the girls had ridden in going down.&nbsp; Around the corner to the biometric scan double metal doors.<br><br>Inside a hallway with other closed doors. Muffled screams were emitting from one. They kept walked another thirty feet and stopped at the elevator. A thumb on the scanner and it opened.<br><br>They took Lily inside between them. Up one level and then out. This floor had carpet. The walls were painted like a business. Maybe a hotel hallway. The kind of hotel that had more penthouse suites than rooms. <br><br>They took her past two station. The third made them wait. Called ahead and only then allowed them to pass.<br><br>They were escorted by someone wearing butler attire. He eyed the two security men.<br><br>"Mr. Tsade is waiting," He said, knocked on the door to room 5 then entered.<br><br>He turned to the two. "Bring her in to the middle of the room and leave."<br><br>They brought her between them into the dark room. There was a hint of light at the fireplace. Definitely not an office. The one with her leash dropped it and turned to her. <br><br>"Do what your told," The square one told her then turned back the way they came. The door shut behind them.<br><br>Mr. Tsade watch them bring her in. Saw them place her in the middle of the room. Leave her. He waited a few minutes then spoke.<br><br>"What is your name?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 23:58:11</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>FUCK.....fuck the lot of them.&nbsp; Especailly the idiot who made a mess of the language.&nbsp; She wondered if he could speak his native tongue any better.&nbsp; She doubted it, probably a totallly illiterant arsewipe.&nbsp; &nbsp;She sighed, a bastard cage!!&nbsp; WHat was she now?&nbsp; Some fucking animal?&nbsp; She hated it, she was going to really let rip when they finally removed her fucking gag.<br><br>Finally they were alone, but she still couldnt talk, she wanted to reassure Lily, to make sure she was alright, but she fucking couldnt.&nbsp; She couldnt do anything.&nbsp; She sat in the cage, watching waiting.&nbsp; The footsteps made her glance in the direction of approach, she frowned as tweddle dee and tweddle dum appeared.&nbsp; They ignored her and went to lily's cage.&nbsp; She wasnt sure what was going on here, it all made no sense at all.<br><br>And why the fuck was she alone?&nbsp; Wasnt she as good as them?&nbsp; Did no arse want to hurt her?&nbsp; Well fuck the lot of them she thoought, sulking.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 00:17:55</strong>
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				<strong>Lily going god knows where</strong><br><br>She walked silently between the two guards, they were like sequoias next to her. She greased softly, taking in all the sights and sounds around her. The screaming startled her and she jumped a mile out of her skin. <br><br>This place was more secure than Fort Knox. Scanners beeped, whirred, processed the guards stats. As she entered the elevator, she worried about the other girls. What would happen to them? What was going to happen to her? She stayed quiet, trembling on the short ride. <br><br>When the doors opened, Lily stepped out with them. It was a much different scene than downstairs, more plush. Through checkpoints, almost like airport security. Moving on. Last stop, Lily moved with them as they cleared the last checkpoint. <br><br>It was odd to see a butler, what was going on here? As she was moved to room number five, she stood there, alone, or so she thought, in the darkness. <br><br>A voice questioned her, "L-lily R-raine", she muttered wondering just what she was doing there, always thinking of Evie and Madi.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 03:02:19</strong>
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				((Sorry for the delay))<br><br>Madison ~ unsure which would have been safer<br><br>The room had whips and god knows what else. Madison swallowed hard as her eyes scanned the room, craning her neck to take everything in. The snap in the air made her jump and soon she wondered if she would have been better off with the damn octopus. No, nothing would be worse than that, <em>then again there were tentacles.</em> She shook her head and groaned, reminding herself that it could have torn her apart.<br><br>Pieces of paper flew out and hit her, silent tears sliding down her cheeks. If it could do that to paper wouldn't it do the same to her flesh?<br><br>It was strange to feel his hand manipulating and teasing her body, similar to the way he had when they were back at Shaw's when she was expecting to hear the whoosh and feel the sting of the whip. <em>'This is gonna hurt a lot,'</em> Vern told her. Madi already knew that and was bracing herself.<br><br>She eyed Moussad as he entered the room and rolled her eyes, damn fool couldn't get anything right. He moved over to her, this fool was going to try and pleasure her while the other beat her senseless.<br><br>The foreigner took a handkerchief and talked about cleaning her. Was this fool serious? She bit her lip, stifling the laugh that threatened to come out at Vern's comment. <br><br>"You're tongue was the last one there, then I was in salt water," she said quietly, hoping she wouldn't have to feel the rough fabric in her sex. Vern was moving behind her, she knew what was to come next.<br><br>Moussad's words didn't soothe her but rather repulse her, she didn't want him in or on her body, but just as everything else had been, it was out of her hands.<br><br>The handkerchief felt awful, but the finger on her clit felt amazing, she moaned softly with his mouth on her breast. The mustache and beard scratching against her. A snap brought her back to her senses, she waited to feel the sting but it didn't come until the next <em>snap!</em> Madison was seeing stars with the pain her screams filling the room. "Please! Not again, no please!" she begged.<br><br>Moussad's ministrations were lost on her, the burning sensation as it exploded across her back once again. She was a mess and had only been struck a couple times. "Please don't let him fuck me!" she begged Vern, feeling he was a stranger and it would be too much.<br><br>They were stripping everything from her like it was nothing. Occasionally she moaned softly the gaps between lashes across her back giving the foreigner's mouth a chance to make her react. Another swish. Another searing shot of pain, followed by another scream. Any response to Vern's query lost in her incoherent cries.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 04:13:56</strong>
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				Moussad ~~With Vern and Madison<br><br>The girl was dancing on her toes from each strike right into his mouth and hands. The time between strikes of the whip longer. Their pace carefully choreographed. Gradually mixing more pleasure than pain. The whip struck again before Moussad withdrew the hanky. He held it up for her to see. Her flow dripped off the end. <br><br>"She drips as a fountain," Moussad told Vern as his two fingers scraped into the helpless girl's cunt.<br><br>Vern stepped behind her. His grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as Moussad sucked her tits and slowly fucked her with two fingers without breaking her seal. <br><br>"So you want the rag head to fuck you," Vern growled. "Good, you open that pussy and take all of him. He's gonna fuck you hard and if you don't please him we're gonna string you up again and whip you."<br><br>"You understand bitch?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 04:15:00</strong>
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				<strong>Mr. Tsade ~ With Lily </strong><br><br>"Lily Raine," the deep tenor repeated as he watched the butler remove her chains. <br><br>Mr. Tsade waited until the butler had gone before speaking. His voice in tones of curiosity and malice finely mixed like arsenic and old lace. He would not let her see him yet. There were things she must do. <br><br>"Lily Raine, I'm sure you want to live. Sing something for me. Anything. I want to hear your lovely voice in a melody of your choosing. Any song at all." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 04:46:27</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with the stranger in the dark</strong><br><br>Lily almost sighed in relief as the chains were removed from her. She felt the weight lift from her tiny frame.<br><br>The voice came out of nowhere once again. Want to live? Of course she wanted to live, that was a silly question. But not as silly or she thought odd the request he made. <br><br>Her brain searched for the right song. Which one, Which would pop in there first. Donald Lockwood, Kathy Selden, perfect. Lily chose the song from the movie she cherished the most, "Singin' in the Rain." As she started to sing "You are my Lucky Star," her voice faltered until she found her pitch, and followed it through to the end. <br><br>Then she stood there in silence- waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 07:08:03</strong>
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				<strong>Mr. Tsade ~ With Lily</strong><br><br>He settled back to listen. The 357 pistol in his lap. In the dark. The acoustics were decent. She struggled initially.&nbsp; He chalked it up to nerves. It was expected. The tone quality that came from such a tiny girl was flawless. <br><br>He slipped the weapon back into the drawer of the table. <br><br>"Very nice," Mr. Tsade commented. <br><br>"To your right is a wet bar. On top of the wet bar is a flask of red wine and two wine glassed." The voice in the dark said.<br><br>"Crawl on your belly to the bar. Rise and pour the glasses half full of wine. Turn then with the wine glasses. One in each hand and wait for my directions."<br><br>"You may begin," Mr. Tsade told her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 12:02:06</strong>
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				<strong>Lily saving her own life</strong><br><br>She never knew he had a gun with him. Some things are better left unknown. She had just saved her own life with that song. Thank god she knew how to sing. <br><br>Lily looked to the right to see the bar, this whole thing was so bizarre. She got down, scooted on the floor like a worm over to it. She picked up the flask, poured each glass slowly, carefully. Half full. Picking up each glass in her hands, she turned around and stood, knots in her stomach. She just wanted to be with Evie and Madi. This was all too scary for her on her own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 15:22:51</strong>
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				Madison~ with Vern and Moussad<br><br>She didn't think it was possible but through the pain, or maybe partially because of the pain it was too hard to tall, but either way they were working her to a nice orgasm. Madi tried her hardest to hold it off, afraid to let them see that. It would be the icing on the cake of her humiliation. If she came from pain there had to be something wrong with her, at least she thought.<br><br>She was all but being supported by the chains alone, her back striped, welted, and bright red when Vern pulled her head back. This made her straighten up, an attempt to loosen the pressure on her scalp. Rough fingers gliding through her juices.<br><br>He must have been toying with her because she had already begged not to have the cackler have her. There was something about the way he looked at her that made her uneasy.<br><br>"No, please not him," she whispered through soft whimperish moans. Vern wouldn't have it, at least she assumed, there was no telling with these men, she would have to let him or suffer another whipping, but Madison wasn't sure that would be such a bad thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 17:06:09</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Evie was alone in the cage. Well not alone, there were other females in other cages, but they seemed different.&nbsp; She knew they ahd been broken, beaten, raped.&nbsp; That seemed to ignite a fire deep in her belly, the idea of being beaten...raped....she groaned and laid down, closing her eyes. She hummed softly, which didnt last long, thanks to the damn gag. Nothing else too do really, so she tried to sleep.<br><br>May as well be rested when one came for her.&nbsp; She wasnt sure who would come for her, but she hoped it was Vern.&nbsp; There was something about him that just made her all wet and drippy.&nbsp; Even thinking of him started a waterfall between her legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her body ached for him, there was something evil and scary about him.&nbsp; But then she had always had a thing for men like that.&nbsp; Dark, dangerous and incredibly horny...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 21:27:03</strong>
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				<strong>Mr. Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade found himself shallow breathed as she undulated across the floor. Her body primal. Yet there was a grace to her, a grace not trained but natural. She had a gift to arousal without intent. To simply be and do while a sane man panted in a chair without arms as he watched.<br><br>What chaos and lust would she cause when she was trained properly. When she sang and danced on a stage before brutal men in a world apart from the luxuries of this one. What they would pay to watch her. What he would allow them to watch her do for his pleasure later.<br><br>She rose, as a strong sapling. Her flexible limbs pouring without spilling. She had solid balance even at tasks she did not understand. She obeyed without questions. All good. It saved her again. There was no doubt of his hunger for her as she stood before him. Arms out, hands holding the glasses. Her body nude save her collar, her legs apart and the curves of her young body and her sex a silhouette against the wall. <br><br>Yes, he would put her to the test. He would have her in this very room. Her first taste of his pleasure. But first some preliminaries. <br><br>The lights in the room were off. Those running lights on the floor were motion sensitive. Lighting her path. As she reached a point soft light would grace her, not him. He would be the darkness and the greys of the night for now. He would remain in shadows until he was ready to reveal himself to her.<br><br>"Come towards my voice," Tsade instructed. "When you see me, open your legs wide apart and keep taking steps until you straddle over my legs."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 21:30:43</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad with Vern and Madison</strong><br><br>Vern's heated tone in her ear. Her brushed the whip against her breast as he spoke. Moussad stirring her with his finger tips as he suckled her clit.<br><br>"You're right bitch, not just him," Vern said as boot steps thundered across the floor of the playroom.<br><br>"The raghead has a brother," Vern told her and stepped away.<br><br>The pressure of a body was replaced momentarily by another. Heavy hand in her hair keeping her head back. Moussad moved&nbsp; his fingers now at her cunt. He was tonguing her other breasts while Vern walked to the play room door.<br><br>He turned back, "You're gonna like Khamal as much as Ghassom!"&nbsp; Then Vern howled with laughter and stepped out of the play room. <br><br>Moussad moved from Madison's breast, "You cum with whip number one. Number two cum with big Syrian dicks in you.&nbsp; Fuck hard you body."<br><br>There was a short exchange in Aramaic as the body behind her rocked his hips into her ass. Pulling her to him with a large hand on her hip. Rubbing what felt like a forearm across her pussy but it couldn't be because the other hand was in her hair. The breath at her neck changed. Steamed her flesh then disappeared.<br><br>The body behind her disappeared. The boot steps move away. Not far. The whip snapped in the air once as Moussad descended on her cunt again. Stroking fingers into her again. His mouth on her clit swirling her nub again while he pinched her tits.<br><br>The whip came. A different strike. Across her ass this time. Then a long wait while Moussad built her.&nbsp; They were going to push her into her orgasm while they whipped her. And not take no for an answer.<br><br>"You like!! Say yes, we fuck you," The voice behind her told her and snapped the whip across her ass again.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 21:31:16</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Vern walked down the cages. There was no doubt who he was looking for. When he saw her laying there he stopped. His cock jerked with that lust for her.&nbsp; He didn't have to play nice any more. She was his.<br><br>He opened the cage, "Sit up cunt!"
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 21:52:11</strong>
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				She heard the heavy footsteps come along the room.&nbsp; She wondered who it was.&nbsp; When she saw Vern she quickly sat up, looking at him.&nbsp; Her body throbbed with sudden desire and she felt herself grow so very wet.<br><br>Evie looked at him, her eyes wide, "Sir" she whispered, "you didnt forget me!!"
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 22:31:26</strong>
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				<strong>Lily holding the glasses</strong><br><br>She stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Darkness , silence, no movement. She wondered who the stranger in the dark was and what he wanted from her. His tone was calm and collected, not like the beast Vern who had been so mean to the girls. The girls. She kept hoping they were ok, never really thinking of herself. <br><br>She snapped out of her thoughts when she was told to walk. She stepped slowly, like that of a model on a cat walk. Her hios swayed with every step, sexy even though it was not intended. Lights flicked on as she walked further along. <br><br>As she saw the silhouette of the man, Lily began to straddle walk, all the way up his lap. She then stood there as she could go no further. She held the wine glasses steady and tried to make him out but it was still too dark. She waited, hoping she had done ok and that he would reveal himself to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 00:02:09</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Vern bent down to the kneeling Evie. Even with the gage he knew what she was saying. Her body trembled with it. It really didn't matter though. He wanted her regardless of what she wanted. He removed the gag with one hand and pulled his other hand back to his shoulder before slapping the crap out of her.<br><br>"Forget you?" Vern said, "I'm givin you my undivided attention. I'm gonna ruin you for any other man who has you."<br><br>He reached down for a handful of her hair. Pulling her body up. His hand back again and he drew back and hit her seven times.&nbsp; First to the left then to the right. Slapping her face so hard her head jerked one way then the next. He was after red cheeks and a fat lip. Maybe a little blood. He liked them hit hard enough so they bit the inside of their mouth. He liked that a lot as a warm up.<br><br>And he was just warming up. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 00:04:24</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>As he watched her walk towards him he was very sure she was a crowd pleasure. He would ensure she teased those who watched but would not touch her. Not like he would touch her. <br><br>She came as directed. Now her cunt hovered over his lap. Her tits within striking distance of his mouth. The glass in her hands.<br><br>"Keep your hands from your body and do not spill the wine," He told her.<br><br>One hand running along her bare calf as if he were moving it over her nude body. That hand moving slowly up her curves. His other hand sliding along her inner thigh. His fingers lightly touching her soft pussy lips. Using slowly gentle strokes as he watched. <br><br>"Perhaps you have a question. You may ask one. ONLY one," Tsade said.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 00:29:06</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - straddling and nervous. </strong><br><br>She stood there as he spoke. She extended her arms further and balanced the glasses in her hands like a good girl would. She felt his silky fingers run over her leg, while the other hand teased her virgin lips. She trembled slightly, he was arousing her, and she didn't even know why. She was never like this, she disliked everything about sex, she was terrified if it actually. <br><br>He gave her permission to ask one question, without even thinking she blurted out, "Why have you brought me here while my friends suffer downstairs?" That was Lily always concerned with others. 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 00:56:06</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ being beaten balck and blue...and loving it!!</strong><br><br>He slapped her!! He hurt her!&nbsp; Her face was soon sore, the metalic tang of blood in her mouth and she felt a lip swell.&nbsp; She was so wet.&nbsp; her body wanted this, needed it.&nbsp; She had always gotten hot from her daddy's belt.&nbsp; But this...this was setting her aflame.<br><br>His slaps continued, the stinging pain flooding her system.&nbsp; She whimpered as she licked her swollen lip.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fuck me" she whispered, "tear my virginity from me.&nbsp; I..I want you to take me hard, make me scream for you to stop." She begged him, wanting him to hurt her in so many exquisite ways.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 06:00:54</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>He gave her another back hand to send her to the floor," Yeah... when I'm ready."<br><br>Vern grabbed her by the chain of her ankles. He stood and walked out of her cage dragging her with him. Dragging her bound with her hands behind her on the floor. He didn't care. He wanted to beat and fuck her just as hard as she wanted. Nope. Harder.&nbsp; Much harder than she wanted.<br><br>He dragged her past the cages of girls. They fled when they saw him. Stared wide eyed when they saw he had someone. Probably someone knew. She wasn't screaming as he took her. But she would the next time. They were sure of it. The ones he had before would bet their life on it.<br><br>He dragged her to the left and four doors down. Another play room. Unoccupied. He stepped in and pulled her like tossing in a sea bag to the middle of the deck. Scraped was good. He wanted her scraped up here and there. The door closed and locked her inside with him.<br><br>Vern bent down and grabbed Evie by the hair. There was an array of equipment. He chose something simple. Lifting her to her feet and took her to the kneeler. <br><br>Bent her over. Locking her in place by the leash at her neck. He clipped a chain to each hand. Then released the cuffs. Pulling her arms down over the other side of the kneeler. Tight. Stretching her. <br><br>Vern kicked her legs open wide. Locked her knees then unchained the shackles and pulled her open wider. Securing her ankles to the horse.<br><br>He went over where she could see. There was a pot. He lifted the lid and the heat of the white coals colored the air in waves as he stirred the flames up. Four handles stuck out. He lifted each one to look at the white hot brand on the other end that had been immersed in the coals. He chose two and stuck them close together. He stuck all four back in the fire.<br><br>"I'm gonna brand your tits when I fuck you!" He told her. <br><br>He closed the lid of the brazier to let that iron stay hot and walked to the wall. He chose a whip and a belt. The flogger was a second thought. He wanted to hear her scream and beg. <br><br>Her ass first. He came around and gripped her ass. He stroked into her sex. Letting her feel his fingers just so deep. Wet his knuckles and paint her ass.&nbsp; He brushed the leather of the belt across her ass before he swung. He was gonna color her from the back of her knees to the top of her ass in red hot welts.<br><br>The whack echoed in the play room. The mark lined across the middle of her ass cheeks. He rubbed the heat in.<br><br>"Count 'em, cunt!" He growled and then took his time turning her ass fire engine red.<br><br>Her back would be next. She was gonna get a healthy appreciation for the whip.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 06:02:35</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ undoing Lily</strong><br><br>"I have chosen you to serve me tonight, " Tsade told her. <br><br>His hand cupping her breast. His other moving slowly along her sex. Exploring her desire. Watching for the slight changes to signal her own pleasure with the pressing and touch he was giving her.<br><br>"You may be very sure I shall see to it." He remarked as he continued to touch her more thoroughly.<br><br>His fingers rolling her nipple. Opening his palm and placed it on her young high breast to caress her. His other hand sliding across her full length. The thumb swirling her clit under her maiden hood.<br><br>"Ride my hand. Rock back and forth," Tsade told her.<br><br>"Have you ever orgasmed before?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 07:18:29</strong>
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				Madison~ getting frustrated that no one seemed to listen<br><br>Madison shook at the sudden steps, it sounded like the man meant business. "That's not what I meant! And what do you mean not just him?" Her voice had evened out, the tears slowing as her back began to feel numb. She tried to think about anything to keep herself from reacting to the ministrations on her erogenous areas.<br>"A- a brother?" <em>Oh god what was happening? Some strange men feeling and manhandling her in ways that no one ever had. "Khamal and Ghassom? There's more than one brother to ra- I mean your partner?" Madison thought she really ought to shut up, it just continued to get worse and they seemed to do nothing more than laugh at her.<br><br>"I can't understand what you're trying to say. I- forget it," she whispered, pulling against the chains. Everything was secured nicely, there would be no escape for her no matter how much she prayed it would.<br><br>There was an hand on her hip, another in her hair, then the one manipulating her sex, the last in her view so what the hell was rubbing against her ass? They spoke in what Madi could only guess was their native tongue. He was aroused, that much was for sure, his hot breath on her neck only adding to the mounting pleasure once more.<br><br>Again it was like their every movement was choreographed, a set up they used to train girls for what she couldn't understand, but it was strange. The snap of the whip was unexpected but the pain was the same as before. Moussad was assaulting every pleasure spot on her body making her cry out and moan, her body tensing and shaking. Each strike made her drip even more, then there would be waiting while Moussad worked her like a pro.<br><br>Slowly she was coming around to him and his brother, opening up and screaming on the final strike to her ass, much more painful that her father's belt. Madison came, her body betraying her, playing right into the hands of the Syrians.<br><br>She gasped, "No.. Don't.. Fuck.." Nothing was making sense and she surely didn't know what she was saying, but one thing was certain, she didn't want to lose her virginity. Yet.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 08:03:39</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad and brother Khamal ~Raping Madison</strong><br><br>Khamal walked up behind her. Her ass heated with red lines. He massaged in the pain while Moussad drank her orgasm. His tongue digging into her cunt as his fingers opened her virgin slit a little wider at her opening. <br><br>Khamal behind her. His hands on her hips. Gripping her as he pressed his body to her. Trousers off discarded somewhere nearby. His cock hard and ready. He sawed across her ass and along her cunt.<br><br>They would both fuck her at the same time while she was displayed. Breaking her in as any bitch of a Harem.<br><br>Moussad stood for a moment. His hand wet with her cum he wiped on her breasts then licked her breasts. His hands to his trousers. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. His cock flag poled like the trunk of a tree.<br><br>"We fuck you now," Moussad told her and kissed down her body as he went to his knees. <br><br>Moussad looked at her as he opened his mouth. His fingers teasing her clit in swirling dervishes. Then he covered her cunt. His tongue digging into her. He would build her again while the man behind her entered her pucker hole. <br><br>Khamal gripped his large cock. Sliding it between the crease of her ass as he watched his brother get in position in front.&nbsp; He pressed his cock against her small body. <br><br>Slowly moving down until Khamal felt her give. He began to rock against her. Pressing his well lubed cock against her tiny unused anal ring. He give her a little of him then pulled out. Stretching her with each slow rocking motion. <br><br>Moussad pinching Madison's nipples. Caressing her breasts. His mouth suckling her clit then brushing his beard into her soft folds and pussy. Plunging his tongue into her. Then two fingers slowly opening her a little. Getting her ready for his own large cock. <br><br>Khamal panting as he pulled her on his cock a little more. "Good bitch... take it!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 12:26:51</strong>
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				<strong>Lily being broken</strong><br><br>She stood there trying to be calm. She knew it was a test. Spill the wine glasses and it was all over. She had to admit his touch was more tender than Verns. She looked down as his hand caressed her breast. She sighed softly, because instead of being roughed up, this man was actually making it feel good. <br><br>She held the wine glasses as stead as she could. He was making it very difficult, especially when he started rubbing her clit. Christ it felt good, rather than assault her like Vern did, this man was actually making Lily like his touch. <br><br>She rocked back and forth on his hand, cooing as the sweet sensations went through her body. Maybe this wasn't so bad. "That beast Vern forced me to orgasm, he was horrible." Lily blushed as she admitted weakness. She wondered what he would think, if sne was a slut which, in fact, was the furthest thing from the truth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 21:53:02</strong>
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				Tsade ~ breaking Lily <br><br>"You're a good girl, and want to please your master," Tsade voice vibrated against her breasts as he raised closer. <br><br>His tongue brushing his hot salva along the tits. He drew her nipple into his mouth and tugged before releasing it. Then he kissed it. Gentle in a to let her know he owned her. <br><br>His hands more impatient now. One clenching her ass cheeks. The fingers of the other spreading her pussy lips. Exposing her slit to a rimming. He pressed a finger into side her just past the nail and stopped. Stroked slowly, carefully. <br><br>It was to bring her to an orgasm at his hands. So she knew he could call the heat from her when he chose to or leave her dry and starving for his touch. His choice not hers. This orgasm would be command. The next would be from his use.<br><br>After she served him of course. Readied him to take her. His terms. <br><br>"Bend your knees and take more of my finger in your cunt," Tsade directed. "Up and down slowly."<br><br>"You're moaning. You like what I'm doing to you. You want more?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 23:11:04</strong>
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				<strong>Lily serving her new master</strong><br><br>Lily gripped the glasses as his mouth went to her breasts. She was too young to be experiencing such things. She arched her back her breasts wanting more of his mouth. For the first time in her life she actually wanted a man to touch her like this. It felt wonderful, and she wanted him to continue. <br><br>She gasped when he grabbed her ass, but then moaned as his finger ran along her slit and into her damp sex. She wondered why he and stopped where he did. Why only the fingertip. He was wiggling it around and she moaned softly over and over. <br><br>She nodded as he told her to move up and down his finger. She rose and fell slowly, wondering just how far he wanted to penetrate her. "Yes sir, I&nbsp; do like it," she blushed hard, "I would like more I guess, I've just never felt this way." she focused on those damn glasses, hopefully soon he would let her put them down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 01:20:32</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ w Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade teased her breasts with his tongue. Lathering them. Bringing her nipples into his mouth like slurping spaghetti. All the while clenching the cheeks of her ass as she glided down on his finger.<br><br>"Let's try another finger shall we," It wasn't a question. <br><br>It was a warning. He moved another finger against the first. Opening her further but only another fingers width. He did not want her opened much at all. He'd would do the opening himself. He was just getting her wet enough to take his cock.<br><br>Ready enough to want what he would give her. He would impale her. She would ride his cock like she rode his fingers. <br><br>His thumb rolling over her clit. Her hips moving up and down. He followed her body allowing her to puncture her cunt on his two fingers as he patiently worked her to a hard boil.<br><br>"Never knew a man's touch could feel like this," He repeated.<br><br>"Do you want more. Do you want to feel a hundred times more?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 01:42:41</strong>
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				<strong>Lily feeling oh so good</strong><br><br>Her nipples were seedy and hard as rocks. He knew just how to make the little girl inside disappear and let the woman out. Lily moaned and wanted to run her hands through his hair, but those damn glasses!<br><br>As he pressed another finger into her, the wine began to swish back and forth in the glass. She got nervous, yes sure, he was making her feel good beyond her wildest dreams, but if she spilled that wine...<br><br>Lily could feel her body open to accommodate his other finger, and she nearly began singing again. Her moans turned into whimpers as she began to bite her lip. If only her parents knew what was happening to their little girl, would they be shocked, or approve?&nbsp; His finger on her clit brought her that much closer to a sexual high. "No I never knew it could feel like this. Yes I want more , please, all that you want to give me." Jer voice was barely above a whisper as if someone heard her they would be shocked she was submitting to a complete and totlal stranger.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 03:51:39</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>"More you shall have," He said as she moaned and moved to the pace of his fingers strokes.<br><br>Tsade took a shallow breath and moved from her breasts. Giving her room to follow his next instructions. <br><br>"The wine glasses. lean over and place them on the end table with the lamp. Spill nothing." <br><br>Two finger sliding inside her. He twisted his wrist as she raised up for him. His thumb rolling over her clit. He used his other hand at her ass to help her balance as he moved a little deeper inside her. <br><br>"Once the glasses are safely aside open my legs and kneel between my knees. Unzip my pants and take that hard cock out," He said.<br><br>"Have you ever sucked a cock? Gotten a man hard as stone with your mouth before?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 14:53:35</strong>
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				<strong>Lily finally putting the glasses down</strong><br><br>She twisted her upper body, keeping the lower half straight. She leaned over and gingerly placed the glasses on the table, taking her time not to spill a drop. She made sure they were steady before she took her hands away. She then turned back to him, nervous at his next command. She had never even seen one let one touch her lips. <br><br>"No, I am a virgin, I've never touched one at all. Please I don't think I want to do that. I don't want to put it in my mouth." She was a nervous as a mouse, she didn't want to defy him after he had made her feel good, but she just could not bring herself to open his pants and release his shaft. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 21:10:28</strong>
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				<br><strong>Tsade ~ with Lily </strong><br><br>"Refusals are unacceptable here," Tsade informed her.<br><br>Without warning he slapped her face twice as he stood up from the chair. It was meant to jar her. To shake her to her core. To let her know without question she was his.&nbsp; Disobeying was not something she wanted to do twice. Anything would be better than what he would do to her if she disobeyed him.<br><br>He cuffed her hands in front of her. With the cuff chains in his hand he lead her to another room just as dark. A chain with a clip hung in the center of the small room. He brought her there. Lifting her arms by the wrist he set them in the chain and pulled it so her arms were stretched above her head.<br><br>He caressed her breast and down her body while he watched the butler chain her legs apart then leave quietly. The door closed as Tsade removed his belt from his pants. Folded it in half then moved around to her back. His hand pushing her hair over her shoulder to drape across her breast.<br><br>He didn't waste words. He pulled his arm back and sent the belt across her ass. Beating her with the belt until her ass and her back was a cherry red. Not welted yet. But hot to his touch. His cool hand touching her as he spoke.<br><br>"I'm going to beat your breasts, belly and cunt until you beg to suck my cock," He told her.<br><br>"Until you show some enthusiasm and beg me to fuck you." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 21:52:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4051213#msg4051213">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 25-12-2010, 06:00:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>He gave her another back hand to send her to the floor," Yeah... when I'm ready."<br><br>Vern grabbed her by the chain of her ankles. He stood and walked out of her cage dragging her with him. Dragging her bound with her hands behind her on the floor. He didn't care. He wanted to beat and fuck her just as hard as she wanted. Nope. Harder.&nbsp; Much harder than she wanted.<br><br>He dragged her past the cages of girls. They fled when they saw him. Stared wide eyed when they saw he had someone. Probably someone knew. She wasn't screaming as he took her. But she would the next time. They were sure of it. The ones he had before would bet their life on it.<br><br>He dragged her to the left and four doors down. Another play room. Unoccupied. He stepped in and pulled her like tossing in a sea bag to the middle of the deck. Scraped was good. He wanted her scraped up here and there. The door closed and locked her inside with him.<br><br>Vern bent down and grabbed Evie by the hair. There was an array of equipment. He chose something simple. Lifting her to her feet and took her to the kneeler. <br><br>Bent her over. Locking her in place by the leash at her neck. He clipped a chain to each hand. Then released the cuffs. Pulling her arms down over the other side of the kneeler. Tight. Stretching her. <br><br>Vern kicked her legs open wide. Locked her knees then unchained the shackles and pulled her open wider. Securing her ankles to the horse.<br><br>He went over where she could see. There was a pot. He lifted the lid and the heat of the white coals colored the air in waves as he stirred the flames up. Four handles stuck out. He lifted each one to look at the white hot brand on the other end that had been immersed in the coals. He chose two and stuck them close together. He stuck all four back in the fire.<br><br>"I'm gonna brand your tits when I fuck you!" He told her. <br><br>He closed the lid of the brazier to let that iron stay hot and walked to the wall. He chose a whip and a belt. The flogger was a second thought. He wanted to hear her scream and beg. <br><br>Her ass first. He came around and gripped her ass. He stroked into her sex. Letting her feel his fingers just so deep. Wet his knuckles and paint her ass.&nbsp; He brushed the leather of the belt across her ass before he swung. He was gonna color her from the back of her knees to the top of her ass in red hot welts.<br><br>The whack echoed in the play room. The mark lined across the middle of her ass cheeks. He rubbed the heat in.<br><br>"Count 'em, cunt!" He growled and then took his time turning her ass fire engine red.<br><br>Her back would be next. She was gonna get a healthy appreciation for the whip.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Evie with Vern, lessons begin</strong><br><br>She was tied so tightly she couldnt move.&nbsp; She felt waves of lust and need hit her and she wanted to cum there and then.&nbsp; He drove her crazy with need and desire.&nbsp; She was sore, her skin scraped from certain points, she had never met a man like him.&nbsp; He drove her wild, he made her want him to hurt her and she knew he would.<br><br>She saw the brazier and the brands, she moaned when he told her what he was going to do.&nbsp; She was trembling, she had never known she could want to be hurt so badly.&nbsp; She must be a freak.&nbsp; But she didnt care, she ahd found someone who gave out what she wanted to recieve.&nbsp; She couldnt wait until he fucked her, she wanted him to rip her open with his cock.&nbsp; She was sure he would be huge and hurt her terribly.<br><br>But that was what she wanted.&nbsp; With him Evie could let out the real her.&nbsp; The girl who needed to be hurt and beaten...<br><br>When his fingers sunk into her she groaned in need, she wanted to cum, to cover her with juices, but she held off, she had a feeling if she came he would be mad.&nbsp; She felt the belt rub against her and she knew he was going to hurt her.&nbsp; <br><br>Then he began and she screamed in delight as the pain hit her, pushing her over that edge and making her cum.&nbsp; She exploded.&nbsp; She had no permission, but she couldnt help it.&nbsp; She needed this so badly..<br><br>She was a very very bad girl....<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 22:42:24</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ Evie</strong><br><br>He could see the smoke coming off her ass as he massaged that heat in. His hand slipped down to her legs and in her thighs. Wet. The little fuck toy had cum while he beat her. <br><br>"Nobody gave you permission to cum slut!!" He growled and slapped her ass for good measure then grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.<br><br>"You ask to cum and wait for permission. Lets try that again." He said opened his hand to let her hair slip out of his palm.<br><br>He came to the other side of the kneeler leaving her ass alone. The hilt of the whip on her lips.<br><br>"Kiss it and thank your Master for what I'm gonna do to you slut!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 23:47:28</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>Her head whipped to the side as he hit her. She trembled in fear, it was the classroom all over. She stumbled behind him as he took her to the other room. Her hands were chained high and she felt stretched as she stood there. Her legs wide, she heard the belt being removed, she silently prayed he wouldn't hit her, sne didn't like that at all. <br><br>She felt the sting on her skin as her body jerked from the blow. This was the last thing she wanted, Sje was a good girl and didn't deserve to get hit. Lily quickly broke down, she didn't want to get beaten, she was an easy one to make submit. "Please, I'm sorry, let me suck your cock, I want too, I want it in my mouth. Please let me have it. I want to taste you, then have you fuck me. Please anything to make you stop." Lily stood there, her body aching, it hurt so much. She would do as he said because of course, she was a good girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 23:54:52</strong>
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				<strong>Evie with Vern</strong><br><br>Where as Lily <strong><em>WAS</em></strong> a good girl, Evie very definately <strong><em>WAS</em></strong> not!! The slap on her bum made her whimper louder, her body throbbing from some place deep within.<br><br>She dared to look at him, to lock her gaze to his.&nbsp; She kissed the belt as she starred openly, almost defiantly at him.&nbsp; "Thank you for what you are about to do...." she said, leaving off one very important word....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 00:28:07</strong>
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				Tsade ~ with Lily<br><br>Tsade dropped the chain that held her and watched her fall to the floor. He stepped in front of her. <br><br>"Kneel," He told her the belt still in his hand. "You will deny me nothing. Ever!" He growled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 02:03:24</strong>
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				<br><strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>He noticed and wore a crooked grin. But his hand was like a cannon ball. When he connect to her face he meant it to hurt... A lot.... Twice.<br><br>He turned her head so she could see him because he chose it. His voice deep with what he was gonna do to her. <br><br>"Don't worry cunt. I ain't like those pussies you've been dealing with back at grammar academy. I'm the real deal. I'll hurt you especially when your good. I got lots of hurt waiting to give you on my terms not yours."<br><br>Then he stared into her eyes. Staring down hard. No mercy. No pity. A look so full of what Vern promised with a guarantee to add a bit more evil in the mix. because he liked how she screamed when he hurt her so good.<br><br>He hit her again to prove he meant business, "Let's try that one more time. Thank me and don't forget Master." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 04:25:33</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>Lily dropped quickly as he released her. Her body burned something awful. She immediately kneeled in front of him, trembling. "Yes I understand, I won't do it again." She was shaking, her wrists bound, she fumbled for his zipper and pulled it down. <br><br>She pulled his cock out and held it gently in her hands. She didn't know what to do but open her mouth and place her lips around it. Lily winced at the taste, unsure if she could really do this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 06:18:08</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ With Lily</strong><br><br>Mr. Tsade looked down at her. He could see her beauty. He was a silhouette against the lights in her face. Her ass heated to boiling.&nbsp; He guess he would not need to repeat the lesson with this one.<br><br>He slipped his hand against her breast and began to massage her. His instructions clear without any anger. Business like in their execution.<br><br>"Very good. Now wrap your hands around the shaft. Kiss and lick the head like&nbsp; ice cream. Run your tongue under that ridge and the underside slowly. It won't get hard enough to please you unless you do exactly what I tell you."<br><br>"You want to feel all that pleasure and more don't you?" Tsade asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 06:59:24</strong>
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				<strong>Lily giving her first blow job</strong><br><br>She sighed as he touched her breast, she liked how that felt and her nipples got hard instantly. She nodded and listened to what he told her to do. She wrapped both hands along the base, holding it gently. She then extended her tongue and licked the tip, then kissed it. Her stomach was churning in disgust, but she didn't want to get beaten again. <br><br>She ran her tongue down him, tasting every inch. She still didn't like it, but she tried her best to please him. She looked up as he questioned her, "Yes I do," her voice quivered not really wanting him to go all the way amd take her innocence. Somehow lily knew though, that it was inevitable, this man was going to make jer a woman, it was only a matter of when.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 07:39:53</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>"Very nice," Tsade repeated. His hands on her trembling hands. Showing her how to stroke up and down on the shaft. How tight to grip.&nbsp; <br><br>"Rub your tongue over the head. Take that cock head in your mouth like a big hot dog. Don't bite. No teeth. Push it against the roof of your mouth.&nbsp; Suck it as I pull out."<br><br>"We go slow. You do it now. Just like I showed you," Tsade encouraged. His hand cupping and squeezing her breasts. The other there to guide her head to take more of him.<br><br>"Get me hard and I'll put my fingers in you again. Make you feel that way. All warm and electric."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 14:43:42</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She gripped him as he instructed. She ran her hands up and down him, making sure she did everything right. She swirled her tongue over the head, then opened her mouth and began to take him into it. She went as far as she could without gagging. As he pulled back, she sucked him gently, trying hard not to screw up. She looked up at him looking for his approval as she began to move up and down him on her own now. <br><br>She wanted to feel good again, so good girl Lily did just as she was told, even if she didn't like what she was doing, yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 15:58:00</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4054982#msg4054982">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 27-12-2010, 02:03:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>He noticed and wore a crooked grin. But his hand was like a cannon ball. When he connect to her face he meant it to hurt... A lot.... Twice.<br><br>He turned her head so she could see him because he chose it. His voice deep with what he was gonna do to her. <br><br>"Don't worry cunt. I ain't like those pussies you've been dealing with back at grammar academy. I'm the real deal. I'll hurt you especially when your good. I got lots of hurt waiting to give you on my terms not yours."<br><br>Then he stared into her eyes. Staring down hard. No mercy. No pity. A look so full of what Vern promised with a guarantee to add a bit more evil in the mix. because he liked how she screamed when he hurt her so good.<br><br>He hit her again to prove he meant business, "Let's try that one more time. Thank me and don't forget Master."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He hit her once, then held her gaze, locking his burning stare onto hers and making her insides churn.&nbsp; He was dangerous.&nbsp; he was a man who would hurt her and make her hate him.&nbsp; but at the same time she would need him, crave him and b eg him to do so many nasty things to her.&nbsp; She would need him like a junkie needed a fix.&nbsp; <br><br>He was her opium, a fix of a potent drug....<br><br>"Thank you Master for what you are about to do to me!" She said, her voice steady, her gaze still locked on his...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 18:30:28</strong>
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				<br><strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Vern turned her head loose and stepped back. The whip dragged across the floor for a few moments before he snapped it out. The thin angry line marked the length of her back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. <br><br>"Tell me you love it. Tell me you want more!!" Vern growled and brought the whip smashing across her back.<br><br>He was going to welt her. Streak her back in lines that looked like waffling on a good steak cooked at a five star restaurant. He moved around to make sure he didn't miss any spots. Every cell in her back would throb with heat. <br><br>He stopped every so often, randomly, to shove the hilt of that whip against her slit. Scrape her sex from her clit to the crack of her ass then lay another couple of lines on her tender muscles. Loving the sounds she made as he beat her.<br><br>He'd turn her over soon. The irons in the brazier almost white hot by now. He'd cook that flesh as he fuck her. Nothin was too good for this cunt. Nothin.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 18:31:19</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ With Lily<br><br>Tsade's hand caressed her cheek. His cock in her hand and sucking on the head of it. Trying to get down as much as possible as he watched. She had him rock hard. <br><br>He swept her hair from her face and groaned. She was a fast learner. The gathering sensation as his balls coiled and tightened. His muscles tightened with the onset of excitement. His hips rocking as he was getting some but not enough.<br><br>"Good!" He barked.<br><br>His hand in her hair holding her still as he pulled away. His cock flag poling in front of her lips. His other hand brushing down her belly. Dipping into her cunt and swirling her pussy lips.<br><br>"That's half of what you should do any time you suck my cock," Tsade told her in panting breaths.<br><br>"Relax. It's your turn," He said.<br><br>He pulled her head back slowly. Supporting her. His fingers stroking and teasing her heat as he brought her backwards. He watched her descend over her legs chained to the floor as he brought her to her back. <br><br>"Good girl," He remarked stroking two finger into her.<br><br>His hand on the chain at her wrists. Pulling it and her arms over her head. Opening her to what he wanted of her as he locked her cuffs to the ring on the floor.<br><br>"You want more?" He asked in a deep hunger tone as he stroked his cock and teased her wet slit.<br><br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 19:16:25</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She sucked him until be was hard, obviously she had done something right. She listened to his growls and grunts as she brought him to complete erection. As he pulled her away, she looked at it, hard and rigid. It seemed to have gotten thicker since she had started. Part of her, a small part, actually wanted to pit it back in her Louth and continue to suck on it.<br><br>She blushed when he said that was only half of what he expected. She had no idea what more he could have wanted from her. None of that mattered now as he began to lay her back on the floor. She watched as he raised her arms and clicked them into the ring on the floor. <br><br>She felt helpless as his hand continued to rub her tender hot sex. He knew how to draw pleasure outbid Lily, even when she never knew it could feel as good at it did.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Only if you want to give me more, please it's my first time, I'm a little nervous." She looked up at him with the sweetest eyes, so young and innocent. Sue knew he would take that innocence away as he stroked his cock against her nether lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 20:21:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4051430#msg4051430">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 25-12-2010, 08:03:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Moussad and brother Khamal ~Raping Madison</strong><br><br>Khamal walked up behind her. Her ass heated with red lines. He massaged in the pain while Moussad drank her orgasm. His tongue digging into her cunt as his fingers opened her virgin slit a little wider at her opening. <br><br>Khamal behind her. His hands on her hips. Gripping her as he pressed his body to her. Trousers off discarded somewhere nearby. His cock hard and ready. He sawed across her ass and along her cunt.<br><br>They would both fuck her at the same time while she was displayed. Breaking her in as any bitch of a Harem.<br><br>Moussad stood for a moment. His hand wet with her cum he wiped on her breasts then licked her breasts. His hands to his trousers. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. His cock flag poled like the trunk of a tree.<br><br>"We fuck you now," Moussad told her and kissed down her body as he went to his knees. <br><br>Moussad looked at her as he opened his mouth. His fingers teasing her clit in swirling dervishes. Then he covered her cunt. His tongue digging into her. He would build her again while the man behind her entered her pucker hole. <br><br>Khamal gripped his large cock. Sliding it between the crease of her ass as he watched his brother get in position in front.&nbsp; He pressed his cock against her small body. <br><br>Slowly moving down until Khamal felt her give. He began to rock against her. Pressing his well lubed cock against her tiny unused anal ring. He give her a little of him then pulled out. Stretching her with each slow rocking motion. <br><br>Moussad pinching Madison's nipples. Caressing her breasts. His mouth suckling her clit then brushing his beard into her soft folds and pussy. Plunging his tongue into her. Then two fingers slowly opening her a little. Getting her ready for his own large cock. <br><br>Khamal panting as he pulled her on his cock a little more. "Good bitch... take it!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>Madison~ Moussad and brother Khamal being raped<br><br>What she wanted didn't matter, the had whipped and pleased her until she gave into her body's needs. This wasn't supposed to happen, normal girls did not find even a little pleasure in being hurt.<br><br>Rock hard flesh was pressing against her ass. <em>When did he take off his pants?"</em> She whimpered when she felt the heated tip brush her tight ass. If they ever decided to fuck her at the same time, they'd surely split her with their large tools.<br><br>Her cum was brushed onto her tits before being licked off, a whimpering moan at the slight degradation. Madison was soon opening up to Khamal, welcoming his shaft in. She had struggled and fought, clenching her ring, but the pleasure she felt at Moussad's hand made her relax.<br><br>Her holes were well lubricated and stretched ready to take in their cocks into her. Now she wanted it, she couldn't wait, but didn't say a word, they'd give it to her in time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 01:07:52</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>He smiled at her. His face a dark shadow. One hand palming her breasts in circles as he pressed his cock head against her. <br><br>"Just like my fingers," Tsade promised.<br><br>&nbsp;"Slowly." He said rocking slowly into her. <br><br>"Like you did with your mouth." He told, feeling her begin to swallow his lubed cock head.<br><br>He groaned in please. His head bent to her breast. Kissing as he pulled out then pushed inside her again. And inch more. Mouthing her tit. Pulling out slowly. Tugging playfully at her nipples. Pushing in again. Opening her wider as she took his cock head and an inch of his throbbing shaft.<br><br>"Until you've taken as much as you can." He said and then lay against her. <br><br>Covering her mouth in a hard kiss. His hands at her breasts, kneading them and pinching her tits. His hips back and forth. His cock moving deeper and deeper. He groaned into her mouth as he thrust his tongue, making her take him to the back of her throat. A promise of what he would do to her core. <br><br>"Yessss...." He whispered as he released her lips. <br><br>He rode down against her clit. Crush sensation as he went. Wanting her to feel everything he did to her. Heating her past her fear and begging for him to take her fully. He felt her hymen and back out again. Slowly moving back inside her.<br><br>"Do you want more. To feel so much more?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 01:08:56</strong>
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				<br><strong>Moussad ~ raping Madison together with Khamal&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Moussad looked up as he mouthed Madison's cunt. Her stomach was flat as she rocked with the pushing of Khamal as he inched his cock into her pucker hole. Her skin shimmered with perspiration as he struggled in the chains. Her whimpers gave her away. <br><br>Moussad kissed up her body. His hand on his stone cock as he positioned his ready cock head against her pussy lips. He moved against her, spreading her folds and groaned.<br><br>Her pussy was dripping and so hot his cock was pulsing. He pinched her tit. His eyes never leaving hers. Inching into her with that engorged blunt bat. Pushing in with the opposite strokes of his brother behind her.<br><br>Khamal almost all the way in her tight ass hole. He was making animal sounds as he pushed in and out carefully. Not wanting to cum but feeling that burning already. He cursed in Aramiac and gripped her hips.<br><br>Moussad pushed deeper then pulled out. Positioned against her then pushed in again. Stopping when he felt her seal. He began rock into her. His lust deep in the tones of his words to Khamal behind her. <br><br>They were going to fuck her hard. Moussad was going to get her to rock into his cock. Impale herself and break her own seal on his hard thick shaft. <br><br>"Move bitch," Moussad growled between clenched teeth trying to hold back from cuming in her before she orgasmed. <br><br>Moussad pinched her tit to encourage more enthusiasm. Khamal slapping the cheeks of her ass with every other stroke as she hung sandwiched between them. Theirs to use as they wished. They wished her to cum.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 01:53:58</strong>
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				Madison~ Reaching her breaking point at the hands of Khamal and Moussad<br><br>For some unexplainable reason Madison could not take her eyes off of Moussad. Perhaps it was a determination to see at least one of her rapists and know every detail about him to haunt her for months or even years. She pulled on the chains as Moussad kissed up her body, everything going numb aside from the pleasure.<br><br>She shook her head side to side when her folds parted, his heated tip a burning hot poker pressing into her sex. She groaned and whimpered, shaking the chains slightly.<br><br>There was a look of pure pleasure in her eyes, Moussad's staring intensely into her own as if he saw right through made her uneasy. Inside her brain was screaming at her to get a grip and fight them as she had before but as they began to spank and pinch her, sending her over the edge into a orgasm, much smaller than the others but an orgasm none the less. She bit back the moan and cry of pleasure, her body rocking slowly back against Khamal as he went in and then forth to press Moussad's tool deeper. There would be a small pinch, a spot where there was resistance. Never did she push past that, hoping to somehow keep her innocence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 02:36:14</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She felt him there, just pressing in slowly into he sex. He was going slow, assuring her he would take care. She wasn't like other girls, she was scared of sex, always was told it was for bad girls to like. If he had known Lily outside of here, he would have put her up for sainthood. He knew she had fears, and yet didn't make things too difficult on her. <br><br>She looked at him with the most sweet innocent eyes. Yes he was making her feel good, but she was no wanton whore, she was just finding her way in all of this. She moaned softly as his mouth went over her breast again. She liked that, the feeling of a warm mouth made her tingly. <br><br>Lily felt him press in slowly, inch by inch. Her body began to draw him in as his cock made her feel funny, a tickle in the pit of her belly. She felt her body stretch to fit around him, to let him ease into her virgin sex. When he kissed her, he heart raced. This was the kiss of a man who knew what he wanted. Lily foe the first time, without prompting, returned his kiss as she closed her eyes and played with his tongue. <br><br>Her nipples were hard as pebbles and ached for more as he reached her barrier. She tensed only for a moment. She had heard stories of how it hurt to have sex for the first time. "Yes, I want to feel more," she looked right in his eyes. She was so calm, waiting for that last thrust that would make her a woman. She took in a deep breath, and just waited to feel him pierce her and take her completely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 02:49:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4057044#msg4057044">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 27-12-2010, 18:30:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Vern turned her head loose and stepped back. The whip dragged across the floor for a few moments before he snapped it out. The thin angry line marked the length of her back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. <br><br>"Tell me you love it. Tell me you want more!!" Vern growled and brought the whip smashing across her back.<br><br>He was going to welt her. Streak her back in lines that looked like waffling on a good steak cooked at a five star restaurant. He moved around to make sure he didn't miss any spots. Every cell in her back would throb with heat. <br><br>He stopped every so often, randomly, to shove the hilt of that whip against her slit. Scrape her sex from her clit to the crack of her ass then lay another couple of lines on her tender muscles. Loving the sounds she made as he beat her.<br><br>He'd turn her over soon. The irons in the brazier almost white hot by now. He'd cook that flesh as he fuck her. Nothin was too good for this cunt. Nothin.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Evie with Vern</strong><br><br>"I love it, I want more, I want to mark my back like a cherry" she screamed needing him to totally own her arse.&nbsp; "Please Master, please"<br><br>Then he really got going on her, she started with whimpers, with moans and groans but as he heated her, stripped her back she screamed she cried, she begged him to stop but she really wanted more.&nbsp; She felt him rub the handle of the whip against her and that enflamed her more.<br><br>She could feel the heat from the coals, from the brazier.&nbsp; Even at the distance it was close enough to make her skin smart.&nbsp; She knew when he branded her tits that would hurt, but she also knew it marked her as his....and that sent a ripple of pure lust through her.&nbsp; The pain on her back was something she woudl ahve to get used too.&nbsp; She had a feeling pain was something he would enjoy inflicting on her......often...<br><br>She was gasping, panting when he finally stopped, and turned her.&nbsp; As her back hit the ground she screamed, it hurt, the waves of sheer pain rushed through her, but surprisingly her cunt got wetter and she knew she would crave the pain as well as the pleasure....if not more!!!<br><br>"Please Master, I wan you to fuck me so hard, I want to be yours.&nbsp; You bitch, owned..." she whispered, knowing this would be something she would <br>never forget.&nbsp; After this she would be his always...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 06:18:10</strong>
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				<br><strong>Moussad ~ with Khamal hard fucking Madison</strong><br><br>Khamal grunted and cursed wanting to spear her. His body throbbed with the load in his chamber for her. He slapped her ass urgently. His using his hand to pace her faster. <br><br>Moussad felt her wet his cock as she slid down carefully. Her cunt muscles tight and spasming around his tip as she came for them. She was sopping and making gushing sounds as she moved just so far down on them both.<br><br>Moussad held her gaze. Pinching her tits and twisting. His voice a growl, “Good. Fucky Fucky now bitch!!”<br><br>As she lowered herself, khamal slammed her down hard as he rammed his cock deep in her ass. Moussad hammered into her cunt. Her seal broken in one quick plunge but they didn’t stop. They impaled her. forcing their stone hard cocks deep into her. Frenzied. Brutal. <br><br>Beating her ass, pinching her tits. Moussad raped her mouth with his tongue before releasing her lips. His mouth chewing her neck and shoulder as he tormented her breasts.<br><br>They pumped into her wildly. Furiously. Grunting and barking in Aramaic. Her holes tight enough to peel the skin off their cocks each time they drilled into her. They were gonna fuck her hard and force her to cum with them. Have her cum as they savagely impaled both her holes.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 06:18:51</strong>
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				<br><strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Her words were confirmation. He kissed her tenderly. His hand on her breast gripping her. A long quick thrust and he was plummeting deep inside her where no man had opened. Deep. Then deeper still.&nbsp; He didn’t stop. His throbbing cock pulled out almost all the way before driving into her again. <br><br>He groaned and gripped her tight. His hips thrusting deep each time he pistoned inside her. Grazing her clit. Caressing her breasts. Chewing her neck. <br><br>His panting against her. The grunting as he paced her. Pushing her into a climax that would match his own. <br><br>‘Yesss....!” He barked as he felt that building reach it’s highest point. “Beg to cum!”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 06:41:07</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Vern brought down the whip on her legs, "Open those fuckin thighs cunt!" <br><br>"Grab hold ah those two rings cunt!" He hissed as he brought the whip down on her legs five more times.<br><br>He brought his foot on her forearm as he bent to the ring and cuffed her there. A moment later his foot was on the other one. He bent and locked her wrists in place. <br><br>He stood with a boot on either side of her head. The whip on his belt. His hand on the flogger. <br><br>"Keep those fuckin legs open and kiss my boots," His voice deep with raging thirst for brutal sex.<br><br>He twisted his wrist and sent that floggers leather knots crashing into her soft untouched slit. <br><br>"I want that cunt swollen tight before I fuck you. Thank me cunt!!"&nbsp; He grunted and brought that flogger to rain down on her open soft pussy. He beat her until it glowed like her ass and back. He wanted it like the rest of her hot to the touch.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 09:53:30</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>With one quick thrust he tore into her. She winced and her body bucked as she felt the pain of her barrier being torn away. It hurt but the pain was turned to pleasure as he began to fuck the fair Lily. She panted and moaned, god it felt better than she ever expected. His cock hard and rubbing against her walls made Lily whimper and moan in sheer delight. <br><br>It was a beautiful thing to her, sure he was a bit rough, but she handled it. Her body wrapped around him like a glove. She felt that tickle in her belly grow, the same one as when Vern forced her to cum, but this time it felt better, it wasn't forced from her. "Please let me cum, I have to, I want you to let me cum, please sir." yes that good little girl knew how to follow instructions. She looked at him and waited, waited for this man to let her feel the pleasure she was meant to with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 15:11:13</strong>
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				<strong>Evie with the Bastard Vern</strong><br><br>She hissed as he struck her thighs with the whip, "bastard" she groaned as the pain melted through her.&nbsp; She gripped the two metal rings that were embedded into the floor, her body churning with so many feelings.&nbsp; She watched him as he moved to her, his foot pressing her arm into the ground, securing her there.&nbsp; He did both and she pulled on them, testing the restriants.&nbsp; She was secured tightly, she couldnt get her hands free even if she wanted too...and she didnt want too.&nbsp; She was ignited, on fire for this man who would terrify her, hurt her and take what he wanted leaving her gasping....<br><br>And wanting more!!!<br><br>She looked up at him as he stood over her, his heavy boots each side of her head.&nbsp; She trembled as he suddenly whipped her, her cunt exploding in pain, making her scream and writhe.&nbsp; He did it again and again.&nbsp; She writhed, thrashing on the floor as he beat her cunt until it felt as if it was on fire, burning with need and wanton desire.&nbsp; She thrashed around, moving her hips, the fire burning out of control.<br><br>"Please please yes, hurt me, pleas eplease hurt me Master" she gasped, "thank you, thank you for this, do more, hurt me, make me yours and yours alone" she begged him, pulling on the chains and arching towards him.&nbsp; She wanted the pain, needed it in some ways...Evie was lost, he was the only one who could give her what she needed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 19:40:10</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ brutalizing Evie </strong><br><br>Music to his ears as he watched her arch and beg. Kiss his boots. He dropped a small flogger on one side of her for later. He walked over to the brazier and dropped the legs so it was inches off the floor. His gloved hand on the cooler handle as he moved it to Evie's other side.&nbsp; He grinned and wipe the sole of his boots over her belly. <br><br>He moved away from her for a minute.&nbsp; Straight to the chair with the cooler. He opened it up and stuck his hand in it. Swishing the ice around in the water. <br><br>He turned back to her with a handful of ice cubes about thumb size. <br><br>"You look hot." He told her as he knelt down between her wide open legs.<br><br>"I'm gonna shove four cubes up your ass and your gonna thank me. Then I'm gonna fuck and brand you. I'm gonna hurt you so damn good!!"<br><br>He leaned over and slapped her, " Thank me cunt!!"<br><br>His eyes drilling holes into hers with his brutal lust. His ice cold dripping wet hand running along her red hot swollen pussy. Ice between his fingers. His other hand spreading her ass cheeks. The first ice cube moving against her pucker hole. <br><br>"Say Ahhh bitch!" He said and shoved the ice cube inside her anal hole. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 19:40:47</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade's hand along her arm. Releasing her wrists from the chains. His other hand lifting her hips up to take him deeper. He was huffing and cursing as he delayed his own release. She was tight and her tunnel was quivering ready for release.<br><br>"Yess.... Yess.. NOW!" He barked and threw himself into her. <br><br>Pounding her with everything he had. Pumping his hard ready cock deep into her with every stroke. Making her take him to his hilt each time. He couldn't stop. He could think. He meant now!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 23:05:52</strong>
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				As he released the chains, Lily encircled his neck with her arms. She wanted to feel close to him as he taught he to be a woman. Her body tensed as he pushed her over the edge to climax. Lily whimpered, trying not to get overcome with the sensations he gave her. She flooded him with her sweet honey, coating his hard cock and giving her urns beat feeling she ever had in her life. <br><br>As she rode the wave of passion she held to him, panting softly in his ear, beginning to calm. Lily smiled softly as she released her arms from around his neck, waiting for him to finish and reach his own climax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 23:31:34</strong>
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				Madison~ with Moussad and Khamal<br><br>Madson twisted her head side to side, whimpering in exhaustion. She hadn't seen it coming until it was too late, Khamal's hands on her hips forcing her down to take Moussad's full length. There was a tear inside her, followed by a piercing scream. The pain inside foreign and throbbing. <br>They both hammered into her, she felt their cocks brushing against the membrane that separates her two holes. Soon the pain faded and the feeling of pleasure replaced it. Madi groaned and returned Moussad's kiss and began to thrust back and forth between the two weakly. She figured that if she cooperated with the two it would make it easier on her but inside she felt numb, the reality of the situation taking its toll on her.<br><br>It was a strange feeling for her, not only did she hate what was happening to her, but she loved it as well. <em>Is it even possible to like something I hate so much?"<em> she wondered.</em></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 09:22:56</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Perhaps she thought that was all for her. Her scream and shudderings. He pummeled into her unwilling to allow her only one orgasm. She would come quickly now and with him this time.&nbsp; He strove to open her body with each thrust of his hips. <br><br>"Again!" He demanded in the fury of his lust.<br><br>Driven to raging into her. Filling her with his engorged shaft completely. Twisting as he brush against her core with his blunt cock head. Scraping out over her clit every single time. Allowing no refusal. His balls coiled and he fueled the flames that consumed her body.<br><br>"CUM" HE called and bit her shoulder as he fired his thick cream deep into her core.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 09:23:38</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Khalam raping Madison</strong><br><br>Moussad was sliding his thick cock inside her. He felt her pushing her hips against his, taking all of his cock inside her. His hands cupped and pinched her breasts. Pumping into her with a crescendo to match the man ramming his cock in behind her.<br><br>Khalam's hands clasped her hips. He rolled his touch over her shoulder and chewed her neck. He didn't care if she savored being fucked from both sides. He felt that tight glove of her insides taking his throbbing cock and he was ready to go.<br><br>He barked at Moussad. Telling him to pinch her clit, get the bitch to cum again. He wanted to blow into her hole while she was juicing again.<br><br>Moussad was busy gnawing Madison's tits. He grunted as he was ramming his cock into her and moving faster as he too needed to release. He growled at Madison. His eyes half closed as he hissed.<br><br>"CUM!!" <br><br>His finger moving between their bodies. Finding her maiden hood. Pushing her clit out to collide with his hammering hilt as he drove into her. <br><br>Khalam already clamping on her flesh with steel fingers and savagely fucking her. Moussad made animal sounds. Pounding her sex as he galloped with her hoping to slam her into a climax. <br><br>"AAAIIIEEEE!!!!" Khamal bellowed as he fired into her sphincter.<br><br>Moussad was right on the edge waiting for her to clamp again.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 16:13:10</strong>
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				Lily with Tsade<br><br>She had learned quickly that he was not done with her. He kept thrusting, demanding another orgasm from her. This time it would come quickly. Already sensitive from her first release, each time he hit her clit, he drove her closer to her second climax. He was a master at what he was doing to her, hitting all the right places to assure a second orgasm. <br><br>Lily's body tensed as she felt the pressure of the second sweet release coming. She held to him once more, and as he commands and bit her, Lily exploded in a fury of ecstasy over him. She was panting and moaning as her sweet nectar flooded his cock once more. She felt him release, the warmth filling her, and she knew that he owned her fully now. Lily was his to do as he wished and she had no choice in the matter. Not that she cared now. He had done such wonderful things to her, she wasn't going any where, not until he threw her aside anyway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 00:49:42</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade groaned as she seized up around his firing cock. He gripped her tight and felt her arms tighten as well. Their sounds of celebration a matching melody.&nbsp; In their own time and pace they slowed together.<br><br>His hand trailing along her side to the chain that held her ankle. He released it and shifted without pulling out of her. His hand guiding her leg out from under her and slowly help her straighten it. He moved to her other leg for the same. <br><br>But he was still kissing her with the fire he felt deep inside. He had taken her youth and given her the first taste of a woman's pleasure. There was no apology. Nothing but his strength around her and inside her. It was what he would make her crave. It would bind her to him and him alone no matter who he gave her to for whatever the purpose. <br><br>For now he lay with her in his arms as he kissed her. Letting the intensity of their sex ripple back and forth between them. He opened his eyes regarding her as he lifted from her lips. She was awash in their union and he smiled.<br><br>"You are mine," He said finally, "You belong to Mr. Tsade now. You belong to me. And you will sing but not now. Lily, you'll need a singer's name. A first name. Something exotic. Something in lights. Any ideas?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 01:39:45</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>Goosebumps formed along her skin as he ran his hand down to release her legs. she felt more comfortable now, her legs outstretched under him. She felt him throbbing inside of her, still lingering there as they calmed together. It felt right, almost perfect, him remaining inside, being part of her for as long as possible. <br><br>She relished his kiss, fire and passion, things Lily never knew before now. She would learn more, so much more from him. He was so different from the animal that attacked her in school. He made her want more, not repel her away from him. She moaned softly as he pulled his lips from hers, she felt a longing and a loss even though he was mere inches from her. <br><br>She nodded as he spoke, she was his, she had given herself to him and he owned her body and soul. She did not object, she did not shy away and cry tears of fear, she was at peace in his arms, and would stay that way as long as he wished. <br><br>"I don't know any exotic names sir, I'm just me, Lily, Lily Raine, I couldn't even think of being called by some other name. Unless you have an idea, I honestly cannot think of a single name that would suit me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 06:45:29</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade chuckled at her response. His hand caressing her cheek as he planted little kisses on her neck. The floor wooden, giving under them, softer than concrete almost carpet like. His breath hot on her neck as he pressed into her slowly with his semi erect cock.<br><br>"To me you answer to Lily," He whispered, "To the world you will sing to another name. Sign autographs with the other name. Speak to people who call you the other name. Your real name will only be known to me."<br><br>He took a deep breath in and out as he propped himself up on his elbows. He looking at her to memorized every curve of her lips. Smiling. Wanting more of her for later.<br><br>"When was the last time you ate?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 08:21:54</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She pressed her cheek&nbsp; to his hand and coed as he kissed her neck. The soft coo turned into a moan as he pressed deeper into her. She shivered as he whispered she would only be Lily to him. It sounded like he was promising her fame. Autographs? Singing for people? Speaking to others with a false name. <br><br>Lily assumed nothing, and only spoke once more to offer a suggestion. "My middle name is Ava. It's not very exotic, but it is an idea. I would have to think further if you would like a different name."<br><br>As Tsade propped himself up, she looked into his eyes, they were soft and not the least bit harsh or men. What a contrast from the animal at school. The same animal Evie and Madi were with. She wondered if they were ok, if they were still being harassed by Vern. She snapped out of her thoughts as he asked about when she ate. She thought for a moment, it had been a long day, she didn't eat one stitch of food all day! "Yesterday sir, we didn't get a moments rest since this morning at the school. Everything happened so fast, I didn't even realize I hadn't eaten at all today. " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 14:15:51</strong>
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				Madison~ with her two rapists<br><br>Her body was on overdrive, her senses on fire with everything they did to her. Khamal's seed spurted into her bowels, further fueling the fire. Another tug to her clit and the last shred of resistance gone. Madison exploded into one last bucking and writhing orgasm. For the moment she was a slave to the waves of pure ecstasy that rolled through her. Nothing else existed but herself and the two tools that had pushed her to the brink.<br><br>Minutes later her body continued to shake in the aftershocks, Madison barely able to keep her eyes open while she waited. Waited for anything, whether it be more pain, or something else. Either way she would pass out soon from exhaustion. She hadn't slept in almost two days. <em>Would they punish me if I fell asleep?</em> was the last thought she had before letting the darkness consume her into a light slumber.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 00:13:07</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Ava. It was important for the new ones to remember their stage names. Answer to it. Something familiar to them was best. Ava would be fine. <br><br>Feeding her would be no problem. It please Tsade that she hadn't eaten today. His hold on her tightened with pleasure and food. His own use of her and who ever else he wanted her to service. Singing would be her priority after him. He would see to that. <br><br>Tomorrow the other three would be seen to, tonight they belongs to their new owners. The others would get an audition. If they passed they would be placed with Lily. If not there was always fertilizer.<br><br>Tsade smiled and spoke quietly, "Good."<br><br>His hands to either side of her, "I'm going to pulled out of you and stand. When I do kneel and wait."<br><br>He gave her time to collect her wits about her. His hands to either side of her and slowly pulled out as he kissed down her body. He stood from a squat. His clothes neatly on a hook on the wall.<br><br>&nbsp;He smiled as he turned to get them, knowing the butler had seen to it. It was just as he knew that food would also be waiting when they returned to the living room. Finger food and something to drink.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 00:29:20</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She lay there looking at him, a small smile across her lips. She wondered what he was thinking, if he thought she was special enough. She nodded as he said he would pull out of her. She moaned silently as his body left hers. He had given her so much in the short time they were together, Lily was willing to do as he said.<br><br>She rose to her knees and waited, watching Tsade dress, covering that amazing body. Yes she was his now and would do anything Tsade asked of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 10:40:40</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Khamal raping Madison</strong><br><br>Moussad had filled her. Rode her thru her orgasm even when Khamal pulled out. She was just another fuck to Khamal and he had said so but to Moussad she was more. <br><br>They had argued about taking her down. Moussad cradled her in his arms and they argued about that. Moussad didn't care. He took her out of unit 13 while Khamal cursed and argued with him. Moussad didn't listen he just kept walking with her to his room. Khamal had seen what was happening and stopped arguing after all she was just another fuck. <br><br>Moussad took her inside and closed the door. He placed her on the mat against his bed and clipped the chain from the bed post to her collar. But he covered her up in a blanket before he took off his close and climbed into his bed.<br><br>He pushed the bitch sleeping in it out and send her to Khamal. After all that bitch was just another fuck. Moussad leaned over the bed to look down on this bitch. He pulled the blanket up to her chin and smiled.<br><br>Flipping over he turn out the light and settled down for a good night's sleep.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 10:41:23</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with lily</strong><br><br>Tsade zipped his trousers. The rest he ignored and turned to the kneeling girl. She was incredibly pleasing. He brushed his hand against her cheek.<br><br>"Follow me. Two paces behind and on to the left." <br><br>Then he stepped off in long&nbsp; strides back to the living room with the overstuffed chair, wet bar, wine and fire place expecting her to do as he told her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 13:54:38</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>Good girl Lily did just as he said. Once he started walking she rose and walked two paces behind to the left. She would never disobey the one who had freed her from her own mental chains. He showed her how wonderful sex could be. Now instead of fearing it, she was comfortable, ok with letting him take her whenever the mood struck him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 20:44:50</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>The wine glasses had not been moved. There was a tray of finger foods and dips beside the glasses. His crop on the hook along the side of the chair within easy reach. There chair had other equipment but he wasn't interested in those for now. Tsade had an agenda now that he had decided to keep her for himself.<br><br>He walked to the overstuffed chair knowing she was following. A moment later he sat motioning for her to kneel between his feet. Now that he had her undivided attention her training was about to being.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 21:05:58</strong>
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				<strong>Lily following her new master</strong><br><br>She paced carefully behind him, trying not to misstep. She noticed the food now, little tiny sandwiches, and crudities on a tray. Her stomach grumbled as she saw the food,&nbsp; feeling hungry for the first time today. <br><br>As he motioned, she followed, slowly kneeling between his feet as she had silently instructed. She looked up at him and smiled, hoping he would allow her to eat something from that delicious tray.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 01:04:34</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>He looked down at her as she knelt. She was blushed in that soft way. A way he was enjoying as much as working up the appetite as he got her to the blushing stage.<br><br>His hand on one of those little rectangles. He never understood why finger food couldn't at least resemble proper food that fit the fingers and didn't drip BarBQ sauce on the napkin. A proper stab of minced meat pie instead of a thin spread of spam between two cooked slices of flour and yeast but he didn't tell her that. He brought the rectangle close to her lips and spoke softly.<br><br>"Don't bite my fingers." <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 01:21:35</strong>
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				Madison~being carried away and put to bed by Moussad<br><br>The chains were undone. Voices were around her and it sounded like they were arguing. She whimpered and curled against Moussad's chest. 'Safe at last,' Madison thought, the pain surging back through her body while her arms and legs protested even the slightest unwilling movement. Madison didn't care, sleep had consumed her even as she remained aware of everything around her.<br><br>Until the blanket was draped over her. Then not even sound could disturb her sleep. A smile spread across her face, somehow knowing that for now she was safe. It was time for sleep.<br><br>Dreams were short and vague, sometimes just flashbacks to the day's events. During these she would whimper softly in her sleep or toss from one side to another, but the exhaustion would always win out and she would fall back into the darkness, to sleep the night away.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 02:39:12</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong>Lily being fed</strong><br><br>She watched as he carefully picked a sandwich from the tray. He was so fluid in his movements, like a conductor with an orchestra. Her eyes followed his every movement until the food was in front if her. "I promise I won't bite, sir." Lily slowly opened her mouth and let him slide the food past her lips. She then wrapped her lips around his fingers as he withdrew them and once be was free, only then did she begin to chew the food he had given her. <br><br>He was so kind, so tender and gentle and Lily was starting to feel for him. Maybe it was just a school girl crush, but Lily liked him, and blushed even harder when he looked right in her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 10:11:30</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison</strong><br><br>The whimpers weren't bad but the tossing and turning. The chains rattling. Moussad growled knowing he'd never get any sleep at this rate. He leaned over and dropped his pillow on the floor. It was for one night. He'd get some sleep and she'd stop moving.<br><br>He climbed down off the bed and slid under her blanket on her mat. His arm around her pulling her against his body. He lifted her head and shoved the pillow under them both. He took a deep breath and kiss her shoulder.<br><br>"Shhhh..." He murmured and closed his eyes to sleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 10:12:23</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade fed her the sandwich pieces adding fruit and veggies. Rex brought a glass of water and he handed her that in between the bites of food. Hand feeding because she was no longer allowed to fed herself. She would rely on him for everything. He would be her protector and her overlord. <br><br>She was just another tidbit in a line of them. And he told himself that every time she wrapped her mouth around his fingers for the next bite.<br><br>The last bite. He watched her swallow. He moved his empty fingers to her lips.<br><br>"Clean them," He said quietly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 12:34:55</strong>
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				Madison~with Moussad<br><br>It didn't matter who it was who had laid beside her. The warmth of the body beside her gave Madison the comfort she needed to sleep the night away without any further disturbances. The pillow an added bonus.<br><br>She didn't know what time it was when finally her eyes fluttered open and Madison got the chance to take in the man beside her. He was the one who had taken her from one hell hole to the next. Names were too vague to recall, but Madison wasn't even sure there had been a name exchange. She had simply been dubbed, "bitch", the day before.<br><br>Not wanting to disturb the man she pressed her body close to his, her sore arm draped over his waist as she closed her eyes and waited. Better not to start things off on the wrong foot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 13:43:27</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She liked this, it felt like pampering rather than training. Someone to feed you your meal was really nice. Subs didn't have to lid a finger and the food was so good and filled her empty belly. She was grateful. He had saved her from that horror that was Vern, and showed her how wonderful it could be with a man. <br><br>She smiled so sweetly at him as she finished. As he presented his fingers to her, she opened her mouth to lick them clean, moaning softly as she did. She wanted to make sure she kept him happy, she knew deep down I she didn't she would be the one dangled over that damn aquarium! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 18:33:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4061415#msg4061415">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 28-12-2010, 19:40:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Vern ~ brutalizing Evie </strong><br><br>Music to his ears as he watched her arch and beg. Kiss his boots. He dropped a small flogger on one side of her for later. He walked over to the brazier and dropped the legs so it was inches off the floor. His gloved hand on the cooler handle as he moved it to Evie's other side.&nbsp; He grinned and wipe the sole of his boots over her belly. <br><br>He moved away from her for a minute.&nbsp; Straight to the chair with the cooler. He opened it up and stuck his hand in it. Swishing the ice around in the water. <br><br>He turned back to her with a handful of ice cubes about thumb size. <br><br>"You look hot." He told her as he knelt down between her wide open legs.<br><br>"I'm gonna shove four cubes up your ass and your gonna thank me. Then I'm gonna fuck and brand you. I'm gonna hurt you so damn good!!"<br><br>He leaned over and slapped her, " Thank me cunt!!"<br><br>His eyes drilling holes into hers with his brutal lust. His ice cold dripping wet hand running along her red hot swollen pussy. Ice between his fingers. His other hand spreading her ass cheeks. The first ice cube moving against her pucker hole. <br><br>"Say Ahhh bitch!" He said and shoved the ice cube inside her anal hole.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Evie</strong><br><br>The young woman shuddered at his words.&nbsp; He was a brutal man with brutal tastes.&nbsp; She knew he would hurt her, she would scream loudly, but she knew she would cum so hard as he hurt her.&nbsp; She knew he would push her to the very edge of her sanity.&nbsp; And she didnt care at all..in fact she wanted it...wanted to feel as if she had no say in her life anymore.<br><br>His hand was cold, she trembled and shuddered when he touched her.&nbsp; She tried not to tense as he pushed the first ice cube into her rear.&nbsp; It hurt, the mix of cold and pain made her cry out, he pushed it in and she gasped loudly, feeling the chill spread through her.&nbsp; "THa..tha...thank you Master" she whispered, her voice trembling.<br><br>Did he say 4?&nbsp; She gulped, preparing.&nbsp; She knew once he had the ice in her he would fuck her.&nbsp; And when he fucke her he was going to brand her.&nbsp; She was in for more hurt...hurt than she could possibly imagine.<br><br>Why was she so very wet?&nbsp; She wanted this, wnated him to hurt her.&nbsp; It was the only way she could feel alive....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 08:34:49</strong>
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				<br><strong>Vern ~ Taking Evie</strong><br><br>It didn't take long to sink in the other three thumb size cubes in her ass. Fill her virgin hole with melting plugs. He had been working that sore swollen pussy with cold wet fingers. She'd be ripe for him and he meant to take her with the first thrust.<br><br>He didn't bother with a leather glove. He was too busy unzipping his pants. He gripped the brand handle with his bare hand. It was warm but not like she was gonna feel. It was in the shape of a rose and about the size of a thumb nail. Just above her dark nipples. One as he slammed into her the first time and the second when she was cuming.<br><br>One hand stroking his ready cock and the other on the brand. He put that cock against her cunt hole and then moved his hand off to grip her breast hard so she wouldn't ruin the brand by moving.<br><br>"You're .... my .. cunt!" He barked.<br><br>Vern shoved his cock deep inside her breaking into her blocked treasure like a horde of barbarians. The white heat of the iron waving the air stamped into her breast. The skin sizzled as he held it to her setting the mark true an deep. His hips pounding into her channel. <br><br>Stretching and pounding into her new opening. Fresh streaks of lust throbbed thru his body. Vern cursed and grunted as he tossed the brand into the brazier carelessly. He dropped against Evie's defenseless body and scraped into her clit as he hammered into her floor over and over.<br><br>"Yess... oh hell yes... Good... Damn good!!" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 08:35:21</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison</strong><br><br>Moussad slept without dreams. It surprised him when he woke that she was wrapped around him instead of away. It pleased him. His hand to her face brushing a curl he kissed her forehead. Then he kissed her lips tenderly.<br><br>He had never slept without dreams with or without a bitch. It was a sign. He took it as a good omen. <br><br>"We are eating soon," He whispered then in Aramaic.<br><br>"You will learn very much. I teaching you." He assured her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 08:35:54</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade smiled at her as she cleaned his fingers. His hand stroked her cheek before motioning her to stand. <br><br>"A shower," He said, "We stink."<br><br>He waited for her to stand before he moved from the chair. The wine for him tonight was light. She drank water and both had the tray. He would have her dress in something simple tomorrow. Nothing tonight after their shower when he took her to bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 13:42:21</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She liked how he touched her cheek, so caring and soft. She kind of took offense when he said they stank, but maybe a shower was in order any way. <br><br>It was good that she only had water, she had never drank before and would have been in one hell of a fog. She rose and waited for him to lead the way. That's what he would be doing for the rest of her life, leading her. And Lily would follow him anywhere he went.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 19:39:39</strong>
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				Madison~with Moussad<br><br>Madison took slow breaths and smiled when Moussad awoke. She couldn't explain it but she didn't even try to shy away when he touched her. It had a calming effect on the girl and she even returned the tender kiss.<br><br>He was speaking to her<br><br>It would seem as though 'rag head' was in a good mood. Hopefully whipping the dark blonde wasn't on the Syrian's agenda.<br><br>Moussad spoke to her but none of it made sense, she smelled of fish guts still and her stomach was a tight not. Food would be good. Madison needed food and she hadn't eaten in two, or was it three, days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 00:01:34</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade led the way thru the bedroom. Past the four poster bed with rings and into the bath. It was almost as big as a small bed room. The deep Jacuzzi tub large enough for four people. toilet. Two sinks with mirrors. The shower with shower heads front and back, the walls were rough marble black with a mix of other colors sprinkled around for a finished look. Rings on the three walls.<br><br>&nbsp;The fourth side was glass, with a glass door that he opened. Motioned her to go first knowing the motion sensors would start the rain of warm water the minute she broke the beam. <br><br>He'd bath her. She'd reciprocate and then towel dry before settling in bed to sleep. He chose this for her first night. Letting her know what she might earn. It was possible if she work hard to please him and tonight she had.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 00:02:30</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison language lesson</strong><br><br>Pleasure before feeding, Moussad thought. She would earn her food and other freedoms. His hand to the ring on the floor and slipped the leash off it.<br><br>"Learning now," He said then in Aramaic said the word bath.<br><br>"Repeat word!" He told her as he hand cupped her breast and he repeated the word bath in Aramaic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 00:58:49</strong>
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				<strong>Lily going to the shower with Tsade</strong><br><br>Lily was impressed with the bedroom, huge, larger than she had ever seen a bedroom like this. The bed looked so inviting, but sue figured she was going back down to the cages to sleep with the rest of the girls. Then maybe she's see Evie and Madi, make sure they were ok. <br><br>Once they reached the bathroom, Lily held her breath. She had never seen a bathroom this size. A huge tub, two sinks. She was impressed and admired it before she was motioned into the shower. It was like a room in of itself. Two shower heads, not one, this man had good taste. <br><br>As she stepped inside, the water went on and she gasped and giggled. It was unexpected that they would have turned on right away. She turned to him and blushed, still innocent Lily, she wondered if she would have to wash him. She moved to give him enough room and waited for her master to enter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 06:16:18</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily in the shower</strong><br><br>Wash cloth in hand. His trousers on the floor of the bath. He entered the shower chuckling as she blushed. The rag soaked. <br><br>"Raise your arms," He said but didn't wait.<br><br>&nbsp;He stepped behind her and stroked the cloth over her body. Kissing her neck as she wiped soap everywhere. Her back was next. His hand cupping her breast as he stepped back. Massaging her back with the soapy cloth. Her hips and over her ass cheeks. <br><br>"Spread," He said as he bent and moved the wash cloth between her legs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 12:53:25</strong>
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				<strong>Lily in shower with Tsade</strong><br><br>Even before she could raise Her arms, he began to wash her. She raised her arms half way as he began to kiss her neck. She moaned softly as the washcloth went over her body, god this was so nice. She felt so pampered, so cared for, she didn't know she was falling further and further into his grasp. All Lily knew is that he was being kind to her. <br><br>The warm water running over her and his hands on her made her wet once more. He excited her, made her want things she never expected to. His kindness was so different than the cruelty she faced at Shaws with Vern. His gentle way made it easy for Lily to submit and do as he asked, there was no barking no yelling and screaming, just gentle commands for her to follow. <br><br>She blushed once more as he told her to spread her legs. He would surely find out how much he excited her once his hands found his way down there. Would he be happy with her body's reaction to him, or would he think she was just wanton now and in need of his cock once more? As she spread her legs she spoke softly, "Thank you for this sir, it feels very nice, I appreciate it very much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 13:21:38</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4079667#msg4079667">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 03-01-2011, 00:02:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Moussad ~ with Madison language lesson</strong><br><br>Pleasure before feeding, Moussad thought. She would earn her food and other freedoms. His hand to the ring on the floor and slipped the leash off it.<br><br>"Learning now," He said then in Aramaic said the word bath.<br><br>"Repeat word!" He told her as he hand cupped her breast and he repeated the word bath in Aramaic.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Madison ~ with Moussad tripping over words</strong><br><br><br>Foreign. Unfamiliar. This was how Madison felt about everything that was happening. She watched him slip the leash from a ring then raised her eyes to meet his.<br><br>When she first heard the Aramaic word she assumed Moussad was calling her a nasty name. His exclamation for her to repeat it made her recoil as if she had been slapped. That was even what she had expected, but it didn't come and there was a hand on her breast.<br><br>Slowly she repeated the word, tripping over the annunciation but managed well considering it being her first try. Madison looked to Moussad when she finished then said it once more, this time a little clearer. She waited for pain, knowing that if she made a mistake there may be pain.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 20:19:33</strong>
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				Tsade ~ with Lily<br><br>Her gratitude pleased him. The soapy cloth gliding along her soft sex. Down one leg then the other, as the water rinsed the soapy trail he had made. <br><br>"You seem breathless..." He mentioned and took her hand. <br><br>He placed the wash cloth in it and gave her a soft look. Approving of her responses to his attention. <br><br>"Now for me," He said spreading his arms and legs out from his body to allow her to clean all of him.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 20:20:12</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ Foreign language with Madison</strong><br><br>It wasn't perfect but who was he to fuss. She had made an extra effort and he nodded in approval. There would be much practice ahead for her. She would get very good but for now it was marginal and a good start.<br><br>He thought a little encouragement would help. His hand to her hair pulling her head back he kissed down her neck and chew her breast briefly. Teasing. Just enough to get her heart pounding and sensation coursing thru her body before pulling away.<br><br>"Trying okay... more more practice you," Moussad said cupping her breast.<br><br>He released her hair and gathered himself to stand. It was time for the bath. <br><br>&nbsp;"UP!" He directed sharply her leash in his hand.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 21:40:28</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>When he mentioned she was breathless, she hadn't even noticed it, but she was. He made her that way, breathless and wanting him.<br><br>She took the cloth and then reached for the soap in the dish. She lathered it up some more, then started this his face, gently caressing his features, his forehead, his cheeks, his chin. She then worked down his neck, down his left shoulder, his arm, wrist and fingertips. She then moved to his right shoulder, and arm, washing it down also. Lily had to stand on her tip toes to reach him as he towered over her, but she managed, making sure to clean him thoroughly. <br><br>She then went to his chest, his stomach, stopping at his waistline. She paused for a moment and looked at him, then gently ran her hands with the facecloth over his shaft.&nbsp; Once that was done, she got on her knees, down the left leg, then the right. She moved behind him on the floor and washed up the back of his legs to his ass. She nearly giggled as she washed him there, wanting to pinch it, playfully of course. She finished and washed his back, making sure to hit every spot. As she stood behind, him so close, Lily leaned in and kissed his back. Quickly she retreated and whispered, "I'm sorry," thinking she moved out of turn, and soon he would punishe her for that. 
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 22:10:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;Madison ~ With Moussad, What did I just say?<br><br>The nod made her smile brightly, glad to see he approved of her efforts. Madison knew it wasn't perfect, but was glad to see they were not in vain. She wondered what it was he had her say but just as her lips parted her hair was being pulled. How her hair hadn't fallen out already she didn't how but she was grateful to say the least.<br><br>The coarse facial hair brushed against her neck and breast. Moussad's mouth had her breathless in seconds, the tingling sensation of arousal making her arch into his touch.<br><br>Madison whimpered when he pulled away then nodded when he said more practice. "What did I say?" she asked, watching as he pulled himself together.<br><br>She considered cowering briefly, not liking it when they sounded forceful. It usually led to punishment and that was one thing the brunette wanted to avoid if she could help it. Little did she know, they had broken her, the fight gone, but her feisty attitude hiding just beneath the surface.<br><br>It took a few tries before she stood on shaking legs, muscles tight and aching after being bound and dragged as she had the day before. "Where are we going?"
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 23:09:29</strong>
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				<strong>Evie being brutallized by Vern</strong><br><br>Evie moaned as he pushed the ice cubes in, her bum felt numb with the cold that spread through her.&nbsp; She whimpered, eyes wide as she looked at him.&nbsp; There was fear in her eyes, she was scared, he was going to hurt her and she felt the first ripples of terror as she felt him force the ice into her.&nbsp; Her pussy was so chilly, but very very wet.<br><br>She gulped as she watched him move, undoing himself, freeing his hard, large thick cock and she moaned softly.&nbsp; She knew he was going to show her no tenderness, but then she didnt want that.&nbsp; She wanted the nasty stuff, but being faced with it was different to in her mind.&nbsp; He reached for the branding iron and she whimpered so very softly, her eyes wider.<br><br>She felt him against her, the heat seemed to burn her and she moaned against him.&nbsp; He gripped her breast in an iron grasp and she whimpered knowing soon she would be in such pain.<br><br>The words distracted her, she looked up at him and then he plunged into her, making her scream out as he ripped through her virginity, claiming her as his.&nbsp; She cried out, her body surrending, her hips bucking against him.&nbsp; Then she felt adsolute pain.&nbsp; The iron pushed into her breast and she cried out, tears and screams as the brand burnt into her.&nbsp; She wept, crying out even as he continued to pound into her.<br><br>She was torn between the pain and the pleasure, but the pain out weighed the pleasure right now, she couldnt think for the pain.&nbsp; Her tears were flowing hard, fast and she felt him ravaging her tight cunt.&nbsp; He was stretching her, tearing her, she was sure she would be a mess...<br><br>But as he continued to fuck her she moaned, the pleasure seeping through, her hips moving towards him.&nbsp; She groaned, this was what she wanted.&nbsp; He had taken her brutally, branded her and she was actually beginning feel her orgasm build....she needed him...she would cum from the pain and pleasure mix...<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 00:18:12</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ Taking Evie all the way</strong><br><br>One hand on her branded breast the other smacking her brutally across the ass. Triumphantly, he riding into her pussy with everything he had. His hand gripping her as his pulse raced, cursing and grunting at her nonstop. <br><br>Suddenly his entire body tensed. She was trying to ripe his rock hard cock off by the root with her seizing tunnel. His eyes widened. She clamped in a vice grip. That pressure was so uncontrollable he couldn't stop if he wanted to. <br><br>"CUM!" He bellowed and shot his load deep inside her heat. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 00:18:43</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison</strong><br><br>Moussad understood what she was asking. He wasn't an english scholar but he prided himself in knowing the language well enough to get thru immigration. <br><br>He gave a tug of her leash and stepped off as he told her.<br><br>"You say pool. Come come!" and he was off towards the bathroom.<br><br>The room had towels. A shower separate from a jacuzzi for two, a sink with a mirror and a toilet with the lid up. <br><br>Moussad said the word bath in Aramaic as he pointed to the jacuzzi and said, "Pool!"<br><br>"Repeat!" and said bath in Aramaic like before expecting her to repeat it to him.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 00:19:23</strong>
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				Tsade ~ with Lily<br><br>He watched her stroked his body with the wash cloth. Every muscle and line cleaned and massaged. She was behind him when he felt her lips on his back. Her apology made him grin. Smart.<br><br>He turned quickly and grabbed her by her forearm. Bringing her against his body. His look stern as he held her there against him for seconds allowing her to wonder what he might do.<br><br>"Tonight you have earned a place in my bed," He said finally. <br><br>He brought her out of the shower. The water dripped off them onto the floor mat as he held her kissing her hard as he pressed her to him. He pulled away and spoke in that calm tone.<br><br>"Dry quickly and hurry into the covers." He told her handing her a towel. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 02:15:59</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>As he swung around and grabbed her arm, there was a flash of fear in her eyes. She shouldn't have kissed him, he was ready to to punish her, and she expected it. What she didn't expect was him telling her she would sleep in his bed. A very welcome surprise. <br><br>She stepped out the shower with him and toweled off quickly. She ran the towel through her hair and then dried her body. She quickly put the towel onntje rack and then scurried to the bed, pulling the covers up over her shoulders. The sheets felt so good on her skin and she smiled wide, feeling so happy she was able to sleep in such a posh bed for the night. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 04:55:16</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>The look in her eyes was his reward. Fear. Yes, he wanted her to fear him but fear him when she disobeyed him. Only fear him then, but be aware that he was every bit the strict Master she should fear. <br><br>He watched her, observing her as she followed his directions. She was eager to comply. Eagerness like that required nourishment of the most intimate kind to bind her heart to him. Seal her desire to him.&nbsp; Her wish to please him for moment of unexpected tenderness. <br>She danced on her toes in a ground eating pace, flying out of the bathroom. He chuckled and tossed his own towel on the rack before jogging after her. As if on her heels with enough room that she would hit the bed and tumble under the covers just ahead oh him. <br><br>He scooted in and reached for her. Laughing as he brought her against him. He tucked her spoon fashion her back against his chest. He kissed the back of her neck and inhale her clean fragrance.<br><br>"No stealing all the covers," He teased. "We have much to do tomorrow."<br><br>"We both need to sleep." He said by way of reminding himself also. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 05:23:42</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She felt his presence as he got into bed with her. She noticed something, laughter, his laughter, so endearing to her. To make him laugh like that made her fall for him even more. She smiled wide as he pulled her to him. She sighed as his body nestled hers. She was happy, so very happy to have someone care for her like this. Yes she knew not to disobey him, that was already burned into her mind, but the tenderness he showed, made her want to remain his for as long as he wanted her.<br><br>"I promise to not steal the covers sir, well at least try not to." He had mentioned they had a lot to do tomorrow, she didn't question him, but would wait to see what he had in store for her. "Good night sir, pleasant dreams." Lily cooed as she fell asleep in his arms, the lamb and the lion together in peaceful slumber.
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 13:58:28</strong>
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				Madison~ with Moussad<br><br>She had managed to get her legs to stop shaking and followed him nervously. There was no use in struggling, not with that octopus still a threat.<br><br>Madison was tempted to correct the man, but that would have done her no good. Maybe some other time. It looked like she may get a chance to clean her body and relax, at least that's what she hoped as her soft eyes scanned the bathroom.<br><br>Every girl dreamed of living a life of luxury with a bathroom similar to this and soon Madison imagined herself owning a place such as this, minus the molesting octopus. She'd have a man of her choosing that she would have dominate her.<br><br>The girl had become so wrapped up in her thoughts she hadn't heard Moussad tell her to repeat the word.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 00:01:27</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Her against him. The rise and fall of her breasts as she inhaled. Her warmth and that immunity to the world she gave him. Just being against her made him stronger, more sure and he felt more powerful than yesterday. He never marveled at the sudden change she had cause in him. It was enough that he had change in a way that was better and he closed his eyes giving in at last to sleep.<br><br>The alarm rang.<br><br>It shut off by itself as he felt her against him and his eyes opened as he came out of the fog sleep held on him. The night before flooded him with memories of her sweet surrender causing his eyes to soften and his mouth to form a smile. <br><br>"Morning," Tsade whispered in her hair as he inhaled a full breath of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 02:59:03</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She slept peacefully in the arms of her master. Master, a word sue never thought would be part&nbsp; of her vocabulary. Yet he made it so easy to surrender, to submit to him. He was tender and pampered her like a princess. <br><br>She heard his voice wake her from her slumber. She turned and smiled at him. "Good morning Sir, did you sleep well? What do you need from me today?" She was so willing to do as he said, he had given her the world, his world amd she relished every second of it. 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 03:11:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4083866#msg4083866">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 04-01-2011, 00:18:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Vern ~ Taking Evie all the way</strong><br><br>One hand on her branded breast the other smacking her brutally across the ass. Triumphantly, he riding into her pussy with everything he had. His hand gripping her as his pulse raced, cursing and grunting at her nonstop. <br><br>Suddenly his entire body tensed. She was trying to ripe his rock hard cock off by the root with her seizing tunnel. His eyes widened. She clamped in a vice grip. That pressure was so uncontrollable he couldn't stop if he wanted to. <br><br>"CUM!" He bellowed and shot his load deep inside her heat.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Evie cried out as he pounded her so hard, pushing into her with the force of a steam train.&nbsp; She howled and moaned, "oh god yes, fuck yes, so good, harder, hurt me..." she scremae,d the pain and the pleasure to strong, she was caught in a world of pulsing needs.<br><br>He squeezed and burised her, the pain from the branding was still smouldering through her, adding the feelings that coursed through her.&nbsp; She couldnt focus on just one thing to much was happening to her, to many feelings.<br><br>WHen he screamed cum her body responded.&nbsp; Her orgasm was strong, powerful and it carried her over the edge, making her scream and cum so hard she felt her body quake...<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 07:45:44</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ bringing Madison into reality- Day 1</strong><br><br>No response was met with a resounding response. He slapped her hard with the back of his hand twice. One blow following the other so fast she hardly had time to think. He had her by the nipple and pinching so she wouldn’t dance away. <br><br>“Repeat!” He growled his other hand on a crop and brought it down on her thigh several times. <br><br>He said bath again in Aramiac, “Repeat!!”<br><br>Madison’s first day in Moussad’s Harem was in full swing.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 07:46:32</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily - day 1</strong><br><br>His hand caressed her curves as he spoke. "We have a big day. Bathroom first. You will use the first sink. Go now, everything is there you'll need. Leave the door open, I'll be along soon." <br><br>With that Tsade pulled back the covers to send her on her way. It was training for her as he watched to see what she would do.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 07:47:34</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~With taking what he wanted from Evie - not the day yet</strong><br><br>Evie screamed as Vern filled her hole with thick man seed. He dropped that hard pipe into her over and over as she erupted like a hot geyser. His lips covered her in a hungry kiss. Hard but not brutal. Holding her tight but not viciously. <br><br>Letting her pant for shallow breath once he'd fucked all his juice into her. <br><br>Vern reached up and unchained her wrists from the rings. She wasn't going any where fast. He had used her more than any bitch he'd taken and she gave him a full measure of what he wanted. He set her cuffs on her wrists again. This time in front. <br><br>No question in his mind she knew her place with him. He slowly pulled out of her with a loud grunt. His cock semi erect. He stood then, shoving his weapon into his trousers once he found them. <br><br>He left the spreader on her ankles but unchained it from the floor. He bent and grabbed her to toss her over one shoulder.<br><br>"You're my bitch," He said and gripped her hot ass cheek. "Time to put you away for the night."<br><br>Vern stepped off towards the door but stopped to pick up a burlap sack under the chair. He continued out the door with her comfortably on his shoulder and the bag in his other hand. Around the corner they went deep into the cages of Unit 13. <br><br>He used his foot to open her cage door and stepped inside. <br><br>"Your new home." he announced and watched two security eyeing her. <br><br>He never said a word. Their looks said it all and Vern smirked cause his bitch wasn't sleeping alone. He dropped to one knee and took her down carefully from his shoulder. His hand in her hair as he cradled her, pulling her head back and kissing her roughly.<br><br>Claiming her so she knew he wasn't just gonna take her once and move on. He brought her to her blanket pad. Locked her leash to the ring on the floor and then her collar before covering her up with a blanket.&nbsp; She'd earned it. <br><br>Her legs were still in the spreader. She'd need to learn to be open for him any time he wanted her. This was a start. <br><br>Tonight, displaying her this way was also something else. It was for the guards benefit because she was off limits no matter how she was restrained. So training for them too.&nbsp; <br><br>Vern untied the bag and opened the mouth wide. He turned back to his new bitch.<br><br>"Sleep good Evie. I'll be back to start trainin you in the mornin," Then Vern stood and closed the cage door behind him.<br><br>Vern stretched and when he turned around for one more look Jethro was just coming out of the burlap bag and slithering over to a quiet corner.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 12:33:31</strong>
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				Madison getting a reality check- Day 1<br><br>She couldn't dance away but boy did she dance, first to protect herself from another slap and then as an attempt to avoid the following slap of the crop on her thighs. Fresh tears rolled down Madison's cheek from the new pain.<br><br>"Please don't hit me, I- I'll repeat," she whimpered before repeating the word several times. Each time she said it it came out clearer and better annunciated.<br><br>It was clear that Moussad wouldn't tolerate a spacey Madison. A trait in her that would either get beaten out of her or simply get her in trouble often. Rarely did the thoughts remain on a solid track. Her train of thought constantly running amuck.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 13:13:23</strong>
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				<strong>Lily day 1</strong><br><br>She cuddled to him before he told her to head off to the bathroom. She nodded and slid off the bed, and headed to the bathroom. Lily peeked back and saw him lying there in bed still. She quickly hit the loo first then went to the sink and washed her hands. <br><br>There was soap, a hairbrush, some other various items that she needed. Lily washed up her face and brushed her hair and waited for him to join her in the bathroom.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 00:16:16</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~with Lily day 1</strong><br><br>Lily was in the bathroom when Rex arrived and placed items on the bed. Tsade stretched and spoke quietly to the butler. There were important matters to discuss briefly about the evening before heading for the bathroom.<br><br>Tsade rolled out of bed and padded bare foot to the toilet. He ignored her for the moment while concentrating on other things. A flush and he moved to the sink and stood behind her. <br><br>"Very nice," He said reaching around her for the toothpaste.<br><br>He kissed her neck then stepped over to the other sink. "Your clothes are on the bed."<br><br>The paste thick on the brush and in his mouth but he watched her from his mirror. The skirt was a wrap around and the top was a bra. There were no panties but the muted pastels of the sturdy material should look good on her. Sandals in her size were at the foot of the bed.<br><br>He lathered hot foam on a full dark beard. His morning ritual had begun.<br>"Put them on and let me have a look," He told her as he raked into the foam with a razor.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 01:22:54</strong>
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				<strong>Lily day one</strong><br><br>She was already brushing he teeth when he entered the bathroom. She looked away in courtesy as he also relieved himself for the morning. She was just finishing brushing her teeth when he walked behind her. She was wiping her mouth with a hand towel when he kissed her on the neck. She&nbsp; sighed and smiled at him, she felt happy that he approved of her. <br><br>She walked to the bedroom to look at her clothes, her hips swaying from side to side. Lily had a certain confidence about her now, he had given that to her. She looked at the outfit on the bed, it wasn't much, but she had been naked for the better part of a day now. She slipped on the bra and the skirt, both fit her&nbsp; perfectly. Lily then slid the sandals on her feet. As he entered the room she looked his direction, "How do I look? Is this ok sir?" She hoped he approved and liked what he saw. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 02:00:03</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily morning of Day 1</strong><br><br>Yes, beautiful. The girl. The outfit accented her curves and offered him access to her. The color was right and she moved with the kind of grace one would expect of a woman who knew her purpose in life.<br><br>He took her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers in answer to her question. His kiss was hard and long. His arms around her strong and gentle. The fire that burned in him was unquenchable. It had never been that way and it had him slightly off balance but he like how she excited him with just her smile. <br><br>He slowly moved from her lips and grinned. Owning her as he enjoyed the feel of her warmth against him. <br><br>"I like it on you very much," He reassured her looking into her eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 02:16:23</strong>
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				<strong>Lily day one</strong><br><br>Her arms snaked around his neck and she intertwined her fingers to hold onto him as he kissed her. It was the kiss of a lover not just a master, and Lily melted into that kiss. She never knew being owned would come with it's own wonderful rewards. He was her reward wrapped up in a neat little package. In one day alone, he had given her more than she would ever experience in a lifetime on her own. She happily gave into him at every turn, how could she not, he was giving her the world. <br><br>His smile and his warm eyes made Lily adore him even more. That smile could charm anyone in his presence. And those eyes, they were either filled with adoring warmth or a stern discipline look, either way, those eyes led to his soul, and she wanted to get to know him better. <br><br>"Thank you Sir, I'm glad you approve. I only want to please you." She smiled at him once more, glad that he liked what he saw.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 06:28:07</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily day 1 morning</strong><br><br>A finger across her lips as he held her. "You will."<br><br>He glanced at the door, "Go kneel at the door while I dress."<br><br>He motioned for her to move as he stepped away. Her training had already begin. Perhaps she knew it. It didn't matter really. What did matter was that she performed as he instructed. It was a requirement he would ensure. <br><br>He took his time letting her watch as he stepped into his shorts and stroked the cock beneath the fabric. Giving her some eye candy as he watched her kneeling. 
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 06:50:32</strong>
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				<strong>Lily day one</strong><br><br><br><em>"You will",</em> Lily smiled the most beautiful smile that she could have lit up the room. Her nose wrinkled and her eyes were bright, happy that she was pleasing him. She nodded as he told her to kneel by the door, happy to oblige him after he treated her so well. She knew that her life was in his hands, and she didn't mind. If being treated like a princess meant doing as he asked, sweet hearted Lily would do just as he requested. <br><br>As she knelt on the floor by the door, she slyly watched him dress, trying not to stare. She glanced back and forth, seeing him stroke himself through the fabric as he dressed. She blushed thinking of how he took her the night before and wondered when he would take her again. She found comfort in his presence, and Lily would not want anyone else but him.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 00:21:54</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily day 1 morning</strong><br><br>He eyed her position as he finished dressing. "Training."<br><br>"The command is kneel. Knees on the ground, body raised off your legs, head and eyes straight ahead, hands behind your neck, fingers interlaced, elbows out. Back arched."<br><br>He slipped his foot into one boot, as he spoke in a conversational business tone, "Make corrections in your kneel, Lily."
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 02:43:46</strong>
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				<strong>Lily correcting herself </strong><br><br>She heard his command and nodded. Ok so she didn't know there was a specific way to kneel. She raised up, kept her eyes forward, and then put her hands behind her neck, fingers intertwined. Her elbows were out to the side, straight as could be. She arched her back slightly, her pert breasts now pressed forward and on display for him. She didn't make a sound but waited to hear if she had done it right, and if he had approved. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 20:40:16</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade observed her with a critical eye. A crop at his belt. He stepped to her. Stood before her looked down at her without smiling to let her know this was business. Her training, but she pleased him. <br><br>"Eyes averted when in Kneel," He said expecting her to make a correction.<br><br>He took a step beside her to look front and back for proper placement, for the arch. His hand brushed along her side to her rib as he watched. He cupped one breasts.<br><br>"Kneel has many purposes. This is just one of them."<br><br>He slid his hand around to the back as he stepped behind her.&nbsp; Fingers running down her spine teasing with his nail lightly across that valley.<br><br>"Legs spread wider," He directed. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 23:13:13</strong>
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				<strong>Lily correcting even more</strong><br><br>She knew it was all business, just like when she had first met him the night before. Her eyes turned down to the ground, making sure to look at the floor and not him. <br><br>When his hand ran along her rib, it tickled and she flinched, trying not to giggle at him, but she bit her lip and worked through it. As he cupped her breast, she wanted to sigh but once again, she held back the noise from fear of punishment. The final touch down her spine was so hard to bear, he was teasing her something awful.&nbsp; Her body shook as the finger traced down her spine in a shiver, she couldn't control it, her body just reacted.<br><br>She now corrected her stance, she moved her legs further apart, positioning her knees wider than her hips. It was a bit uncomfortable, but it was what he wanted and Lily alway listened to what he wanted. Great rewards came with obeying him, and she would make sure, she did everything to make him absolutely happy. Good girls always made their masters happy. 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 04:57:57</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ sleeping in agony</strong><br><br>Evie hurt.&nbsp; She had never felt pain like it.&nbsp; Her breast was burning still, a deep pain that seemed to filter through her.&nbsp; She was also sore, her body had never been treated in this way before and no matter how much she wanted it, it still hurt and she winced as he carried her.<br><br>The cage wasnt exactly what she wanted.&nbsp; And she was alone.&nbsp; She was stiff, dirty, tired.&nbsp; Hungry....she hadnt eaten since breakfast, and then only a little bit.&nbsp; Now it was night, and her belly was rumbling.&nbsp; She was locked in the cage, a blanket over her, as she watched Vern leave her she hated him!! She hated him with every part of her, but she knew she would never want another like she wanted him.&nbsp; <br><br>Jethro the snake was ignoring her.&nbsp; That was fine, snakes should only be made into shoes, or bags, they really shouldnt be left free to roam.&nbsp; She tried to get comfy, but she was bruised from the various beatings she had received, she hurt.&nbsp; She wanted a soft bed, some food, a shower.&nbsp; instead she got a blanket and a snake.&nbsp; <br><br>Evie couldnt stop the tears that fell.&nbsp; She spent her first night crying herself to sleep.&nbsp; The realisation beagn to hit her.&nbsp; Suddenly Evie wasnt so sure, she wanted home, she wanted her folks.&nbsp; She really didnt want to see Vern again.&nbsp; He scared her, but she knew he was a drug and she would soon be totally hooked on him...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 07:59:19</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily morn D 1</strong><br><br>She held still but her skin gathered where he touched her. The stifled gasps and giggles had him grinning. His hand lifting her skirt from behind. His finger moving between her inner thighs. Touching and teasing her soft lips and clit. <br>“Very good,” He told her. <br><br>“Sounds are permitted.” <br><br>Hoping to hear some with the attention he was paying to her vulnerable treasure. He teased her as it pleased him. She was on display, a part of training he enjoyed. He would train her to dampen when he gave her the command for that position.&nbsp; It wouldn’t take long. They both had the same agenda, to please him.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 09:09:40</strong>
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				<strong>~~Evie’s New Home</strong><br><br>Sergeant of the Watch was a title with responsibility. Here at the Estate it was part of the institution. There were certain expectations to go along with the title. Some of those expectations included bringing new security onboard and pairing them up with the seasoned chaps. It was one of the Jobs of Sergeant on Watch Fallingsworth. One which he thought he handled very well.<br><br>And so did Leader of the Watch Penny. LW Penny was a pragmatist. The Greenwich folk could set their time by his movements on duty. He entered the office. He walked to his room. He sat behind his desk. He shuffled reports for exactly three minutes fifteen seconds then placed them back in the in-box then listened to report from Sergeant on Watch Fallingsworth.<br><br>The memo on top of the stack of reports was in 14 pic Arial and the title read, Keep your fuckin dicks out of my trainin bitches!!!!<br><br>“Evening Sir,” Fallingsworth said standing at the door carrying a mug of hot tea.<br><br>“Enter Sergeant and report,” said LW Penny.<br><br>“Right sir,” the Sergeant said placing the tea mug on the coaster then standing in front of the desk.<br><br>“The new man arrived and I sent him on rounds with Crawford,” the Sergeant reported.<br><br>“You sent a new man out with OUR ‘Have Condom will Travel’ Crawford?” said L W Penny with a quirked brow.<br><br>“Well sir, I thought with an experience fellow,” Fallingsworth began.<br><br>“That Fellow is a walking Karma Sutra,” LW said rising unexpectedly from his desk. <br><br>“Did you not see who wrote that memo?” LW asked pointing to the top memo.<br><br>“Vern?” Sergeant on Watch Fallingsworth muttered.<br><br>“Come on.”<br><br>Crawford was a man prepared for the most important of his jobs as the Security on Watch Second Class. He had survived the job for seventeen years. Fired twice for STD’s and managed to get hire back thru a cousin. Now he used condoms. Tonight he was showing the new guy around the place.<br><br>“Aquarium,” Crawford said, as they made their way out of the lift. “They take the bitches there first thing. Show them the fish so’s a walk off the platform’ll has’em beggin to do anything you want.”<br><br>They were taking a slow stroll as Crawford was pointing out the places of interest. <br><br>“Unit 13,” Crawford motioned to the sign and checked his pockets for a spare condom. <br><br>“The new ones are in here. Some hard to break. Some surplus or retail.” He said as they entered the line of cages.<br><br>“You stick with me and you’ll get all the pussy you want,” He said then add as they slowed to a crawl by Evie’s cage.<br><br>“This one’s new.” He held up the condom to the new man, “You have a go with her.”<br><br>The new man hesitated, “You mean no one will care?”<br><br>“They’re not virgins. Who’s gonna know?” Crawford replied and tore the seal of the condom.<br><br>“Going.... Going...”<br><br>The new man snagged the condom and fumbled with the lock. <br><br>Jethro felt the vibration. It woke him from a sound sleep curled in the corner of the blanket. Jethro didn’t raise up immediately.&nbsp; He’d been here before and expected the annoyance to go away.<br><br>Crawford turned slightly to see if anyone was coming. The new man heard the click as the lock released and went to turn the knob.<br><br>&nbsp;Jethro knew that sound. It meant someone was going to bother the heated blanket. This was not acceptable and Jethro slithered to the door to protest.&nbsp; <br><br>The King Cobra raised to five feet, fangs out.&nbsp; His neck fully hooded and bobbing and weaving with determination.<br><br>Crawford heard the sound of keys hit the concrete and a flash of uniform fly past him so fast there was a tail wind. He looked back to the door. His eyes got big as he saw the snake and he snatched the keys on his way running out of Unit 13 screaming like a girl.<br><br>The two officers of the Watch stepping off the lift heard the screaming at the same time that the new man ran past them and out the fire exit.&nbsp; Crawford didn’t even slow down as he tossed the keys in the direction of the two men and disappeared inside the lift as the doors closed. “I QUIT!”<br><br>LW Penny exchanged a look with Fallingsworth. They both spoke at the same time.<br><br>“Vern!”<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 14:59:43</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She smiled when he told her she did good. That made her so happy that she was doing well, following all his instructions. She felt the breeze as her skirt was lifted and blushed slightly. She didn't know why, but there was still a thread of innocence hanging on. <br><br>When he began to tease her, she got wet immediately. His touch was like magic, instant reaction from her body. She moaned softly as he gave her permission to make noise. Lily wanted more, wanted his cock inside her, but that would wait, she had training to do with him. Her breathing got shallow as his fingers played, making the girl almost bear down on his fingers for more, but she held back. He was in charge and whatever he said was law. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 19:05:49</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily<br><br>Tsade stroked along her open wanton heat. His fingers coated with her moisture as she moved slightly. Her soft moans signaling his efforts were appreciated. Her felt her twitch her slit and he nodded.<br><br>"Very good," Tsade said as he caressed her buttock.<br><br>He withdrew and politely lowered her skirt. His voice deeper if only slightly. His breath heavy.<br><br>"Display is the command in this position when your standing." He told her as he stroked along her neck.<br><br>His fingers before her lips, "See how wet you are. Clean my fingers."<br><br>Hot breath at her ear as he gently grazed his teeth against her lobe. <br><br></strong>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 21:59:39</strong>
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				<strong>Lily aching for Tsade</strong><br><br>As he played along her slit, she got so wet against his fingers. He knew how to make her want him. She would do anything for her new master, anything. <br><br>She sighed softly as he withdrew his fingers and placed her skirt down. She was practically dripping when he stopped. She remembered 'Display', her first official command from him. As his fingers rounded to her mouth, she licked her lips, part of her knew what was coming next. <br><br>Once again he sent shivers down her spine as he whispered in her ear, a definite weakness with her. The nibble on the lobe sent her over. Her mouth opened and drew his fingers inside, tasting her own wetness. Lily licked and sucked his fingers until he withdrew from her mouth. "Thank you sir," she whispered just to let him know she was grateful for everything.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 00:38:39</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ sleeping with a very unusual bedmate</strong><br><br>Evie wasnt sure what to make of the snake!! She kept herself covered and was amazed the creature seemed content to coil itself up and sleep.&nbsp; She was nervous about it, what if it bit her?&nbsp; But she had to think that the man who had put it in knew what he was doing.&nbsp; <br><br>Sleep washard in the cage.&nbsp; She lay awake most of the night, watching the guards, listening to the sobbing.&nbsp; She froze when two guards stopped at her cage, opening the door.&nbsp; She was so afraid, she didnt want them to touch her, she hurt, she was sore.&nbsp; She had had the chip knocked from her shoulder quite drastically and it had left her feeling so nervous and afriad of everyone.<br><br>But she hadnt taken into account the snake.&nbsp; She watched as it lifted itself up, hissing threateningly.&nbsp; She kept still and watched with wide eyed fascination.&nbsp; The snake soon saw off her would be attackers and she couldnt help but smile.&nbsp; She settled back down, feeling the snake slithering till it too settled down.&nbsp; Soon Evie was asleep, protected by a snake.&nbsp; Strange how some things work out...<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 01:22:17</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade kissed her ear as she finished cleaning his fingers.<br><br>"Very good," He whispered and brushed his hand on her shoulder as he stood. <br><br>"Come along now," He said quietly and stepped off towards the living room.<br><br>Breakfast would be later and when she had earned it. It was time to take her to see Mr. Fitz.&nbsp; <br><br>Mr. Fitz was to singers as the Inquisition was to the pious. Mr. Fitz was the kind of musician that understood perfection and knew it was impossible to achieve and still tried anyway. He would have been the kind of fellow still trying to divine the square root of 3 into an even number somewhere at the infinite end. <br><br>Tsade was going to take his bitch to level 2 and audition for Mr. Fitz. If she was successful then she would be placed with all those professionals required to start a singing career in the Middle East.&nbsp; There was everything here at the Estate to do just that except the camels and they were on back order.<br><br>"Stand by the door in Display while I get my jacket and your leash," Tsade told her.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 01:33:00</strong>
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				<strong>Lily following Master Tsade</strong><br><br>Every encouragement made Lily's heart swell. Every time he said she did well, she smiled. It was all for him, all to please him and make him happy. Lily rose and followed him wondering where he was taking her. She was so obedient, she didn't even ask about breakfast, she was sure he would give her something later. <br><br>Lily stood and the door and assumed the position, her back arched for him to see her pert breasts on display. Fingers laced, elbows out, feet apart. She waited for him to don his jacket and get her leash. That made her a bit sad that he would still be taking leash, but she said nothing. He was in charge after all. She looked at the floor as he readied, and a small tickle formed in her belly nervous of just what he had in store for her today.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 20:35:12</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily on her first walk</strong><br><br>Jacket on, leash in hand Tsade stepped around her, inspecting her position. His hand on her body that lingered in a lazy trail meant to excite all those nerve endings. <br><br>"Very good," He said as he came to stand behind her. <br><br>He took her wrists and placed them down her back where he cuffed her. He stroked up her captured arms and kissed her neck one last time before moving around to face her.<br><br>He was smiling, as he locked one end of her leash in her collar. His fingers lifting her chin. He leaned to her, brushing the cold chain against her breast as he kissed her tenderly.&nbsp; She was who he wanted and he would train her to his touch. <br><br>He turned as suddenly as he had kissed her. It was time to show her the Estate as he knew it. <br><br>"Come," He said, her leash firmly in one hand, as Rex opened the door.<br><br>He stepped off. They were heading past security to Level 2&nbsp; Entertainment section.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 20:35:48</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ collecting Evie</strong><br><br>It was the morning again. Vern sat on the side of his bed tryin to wake up. He yawned as he stepped into his Taz slippers and walked to the bathroom. A thick seam of tooth paste on the tooth brush. A dab of deodorant. A whisk of the shaver to preserve but trim his goatee. A little mustache wax and a slap or two of Old Spice original. <br><br>Vern even changed underwear and khakis. He pulled the fresh blue wife beater over his head, tucking it into his cargo khakis then took the palm brush to his hair. He was ready to go see his new arrival.<br><br>Stopping by the large cage at the front door he made his selection. Snagged by the tail he bagged the two foot garden snake and put the small bag on his belt. Down the hall, and into the lift, even though there were several other people waiting for the elevator Vern rode down to level 3 alone. <br><br>He stepped out and immediately headed toward Unit 13. The guard at the entry way gave Vern lots of room to pass. <br><br>Vern didn't even stop to check his covey for mail.&nbsp; Today he was on a mission. His mission had a name. It was Evie.<br><br>He eyed the cages as he walked past. The occupants scurrying to the back but he paid them no mind. He was not surprised to see Jethro curled up against the crook of Evie's legs as she curled in sleep. What did surprise him was what happened when he reached for the door.<br><br>First, it opened. Second, Jethro immediately hissing and posturing between Evie and the rest of the world. Vern was impressed by the display. <br><br>It told him that someone had tried to enter that cage and they did not get very far. It also told him that Jethro had decided that Evie was his heating rock and would defend her to the death rather than have someone disturb her. Jethro had never found anything worth protecting quite so vehemently.<br><br>Vern was delighted. <br><br>He threw open the door. His right arm out to his side. All other body parts stopped moving. He waved his right hand at the wrist like he was shaking off hot water.<br><br>The rest happened in a flash of movement that was more a blur than anything else.<br><br>Jethro zeroed in on the movement. Aimed. Leaned back. Then flung himself fangs showing, jaw open on a collision course with Vern's wildly waving right hand.<br><br>Vern had been waiting for the lunge. He snagged Jethro behind the head with the left hand. <br><br>"That's a boy!" Vern exclaimed in approval as he dropped Jethro in the burlap sack.<br><br>Vern tied it off the top of the sack and hung it on his belt before looking in Evie's direction.&nbsp; His voice a solid announcement.<br><br>"I'm back!"<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 20:36:43</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ Day 1 bath lesson</strong><br><br>"Good!" Moussad said.<br><br>The crop back on the belt. He stepped against her. His arm around her pulling her roughly to him. He cupped the breast he had pinched. Massaging in the heat to remind her to pay more attention. <br><br>"Shower," He told her then said the word in Aramaic. <br><br>"Repeat."
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 21:21:30</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ protected by Jethro</strong><br><br>Evie heard the door open and didnt move.&nbsp; She listened to the hissing and found it rather comforting.&nbsp; But then she heard the voice and knew it was him.&nbsp; He had come for her.<br><br>She pushed the blanket back and sat up.&nbsp; She didnt speak, she gulped and trembled, afraid of what he was going to do to her today.&nbsp; The brand on her breast was a mess.&nbsp; It was crusted over and bloody.&nbsp; She didnt speak, she wasnt sure what to say to him.&nbsp; She had never met anyone who made her feel quite so shy...it was a strange thing for her, she had always been so boisterous and determined, but now here she was suddenly afraid.&nbsp; She knew this man could hurt her and for once she really didnt want that to happen.&nbsp; She was sore, tired, hungry and needed a shower.&nbsp; But she knew these things were out of her hands.<br><br>Everything was with him, and that terrified her.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 21:50:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4113911#msg4113911">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 10-01-2011, 20:35:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Tsade ~ with Lily on her first walk</strong><br><br>Jacket on, leash in hand Tsade stepped around her, inspecting her position. His hand on her body that lingered in a lazy trail meant to excite all those nerve endings. <br><br>"Very good," He said as he came to stand behind her. <br><br>He took her wrists and placed them down her back where he cuffed her. He stroked up her captured arms and kissed her neck one last time before moving around to face her.<br><br>He was smiling, as he locked one end of her leash in her collar. His fingers lifting her chin. He leaned to her, brushing the cold chain against her breast as he kissed her tenderly.&nbsp; She was who he wanted and he would train her to his touch. <br><br>He turned as suddenly as he had kissed her. It was time to show her the Estate as he knew it. <br><br>"Come," He said, her leash firmly in one hand, as Rex opened the door.<br><br>He stepped off. They were heading past security to Level 2&nbsp; Entertainment section.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She wanted to moan so softly as he tan his hand over her in inspection. She loved his touch, so gentle and caring. Lily had found a man that treated her right, one that was not harsh, would not make her recoil and hide. She never expected that in a million years. <br><br>Ash he gently moved her hands behind her back, she heard the click of the cuffs and sighed, reminded she was still property and needed to be treated as such in "public" Still, she wished deep down, he would have let her hands free, but she understood that he couldn't not until she was fully trained, she hoped. Still that touch, the one that ran up her arms, made her body yearn for him again, and the kiss, she loved the tickle on her neck as his lips pressed against her pale skin. <br><br>She was looking down as he snapped the collar in place, but when he lifted her chin and she saw his smile, her face lit up, and she smiled wider than she had ever done in her whole life. His smile meant the world to her, it meant approval, it meant joy. If she made him smile, anything was possible for her. His lips soft as they brushed against hers, Lily stifled a moan in her throat, but she wanted to moan, to tell him how much his kisses meant to her, but she waited. <br><br>On his command Lily began to follow him, it was all business now, no affectionate touches or kisses, it was time for Lily to see just where he would take her. Hopefully she would see her friends as she once again worried how Evie and Madi were fairing since she had not seen them since she was taken away.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 23:04:21</strong>
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				Madison~ learning a new language Day 1&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Her nipple was released and the crop put back on its holster. For now Madison didn't have to worry about being hurt, the hand on her breast a friendly reminder. Moussad was satisfied with her attempt at saying 'pool' or was it bath in Aramaic and was now seemed to want her to learn the the word for 'shower'. To a certain extent the blue-eyed girl had no interest in learning a new language. In her mind it was useless since she had zero intentiond of leaving the country. Even still she repeated as requested and looked at Moussad expectantly, seeking further approval.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 01:09:52</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Vern saw her moving at his voice. He like that. It was the kind of movement that told him she had gotten the message yesterday and didn't want any more like it ever ever again. Which was good. <br><br>She was kneeling. Spreader between her ankles. Wrists cuffed in front. He eyed her for a moment before talking to her in that gravel tone.<br><br>"Get your butt off your legs when you kneel," He told her. <br><br>He liked the look of that brand. Thumb size swollen now but later it would definitely mark her as his. Bring out the rise of her breasts without taking away from those perked tits. <br><br>She looked run over. Good and swollen everywhere. He liked his bitches tenderized and she looked it. <br><br>"Put your hands behind your neck with your fingers interlaced and elbow out," Vern said because it was part of training. <br><br>All of them learned several position. This was just one. <br><br>"When I come for you every morning. When I wake you, if you actually earn your way out of this cage, the first thing you do is kneel like this." Vern told her.<br><br>"You got that?" He asked gruffly. "And I want to hear the word master some place in that reply."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 01:10:34</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily day 1 Level 2</strong><br><br>Brought her thru security. She followed behind him in the prescribed manner. The guards gave him a looking over which was expected. They yes Mr. Tsade and no Mr. Tsade on cue. <br><br>When security glanced behind him they wore a different look. Some of them looked twice.&nbsp; She turned their heads. He could see the desire and couldn't blame them for wanting.&nbsp; A little envy. A little jealousy. Perhaps a lucky bastard. <br><br>Tsade couldn't blame them. She was a looker and all his. <br><br>"Come," He said knowing she would swing those hips and they would look as she passed.<br><br>Tsade wore a subtle smile and didn't look back even when they stopped to wait for the elevator going down.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 01:11:13</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison day 1 shower</strong><br><br>She was learning. Repeating. Moussad cradled her head and kissed her in approval. He took his time releasing her from his grasp. The shower waited. Then she would need to dress. Then Mr. Fritz. <br><br>Every step of the way she would learn a new word. Not that he expected her to remember all of them. But he expected her to learn.<br><br>His hand on her arm as he pointed and said the word for shower. <br><br>"Go," Moussad said then said the word in Aramaic. <br><br>Madison's shower was about to begin. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 01:53:56</strong>
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				<strong>Lily walking with Tsade</strong><br><br>Two paces behind and to the left she followed, remembering her place from the night before. She looked down as she walked, never noticing the glances the guards gave her. She was a sight to behold, but Lily never thought of herself that way. She was drawing stares and never even knew it. <br><br>As she walked with him, she swore she heard a whistle from one of the guards, bit she never looked to see. Soon sne was standing there, at the elevator, waiting with him. She wanted to rest her head on his shoulder, to just touch him in some way, but she knew she would be punished. As the elevator arrived, she stepped in, standing behind him once more, nervous at where he might be taking her.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 07:14:32</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily - day 1 elevator ride</strong><br><br>There two others in the lift already. Security by the looks of them. The name tag on the taller one said Penny.<br><br>It was Penny that spoke, “Morning Mr. Tsade.”<br><br>“Good Morning Shift Leader,” Tsade said as the elevator door closed. “Quiet night last night I hope?”<br><br>“Nothing out of the ordinary Sir,” Penny said.<br><br>“Good. Good” Tsade replied. “How’s the new man working out?”<br><br>Fallingsworth, the other man in the same type of uniform with three silver lines on the black shoulder epilates eyed Penny but said nothing. He was biting the inside of his mouth.<br><br>“He quit last night, Sir,” said Penny. “Along with Crawford.”<br><br>“Oh?&nbsp; Sorry to hear that, “ Tsade said as the lift descended. <br><br>“Stress of the job I’d imagine, Sir,” replied Penny. <br><br>“Hmmm..” Tsade replied without glanced at the shift leader.<br><br>“If you don’t mind my asking, any word on the request for hazardous duty pay, sir?&nbsp; The chaps were asking.” Penny asked.<br><br>“Are you saying that patrolling hallways is a hazardous duty, Shift Leader Penny?” Tsade said mildly.<br><br>Penny stopped. It did sound daft to ask for hazardous duty pay for just walking about. <br><br>But going into cages and fucking the bitches then having their trainers take a baseball bat to the headlights of the car or keying the side of it. Or the damn snake. That was definitely hazardous duty. <br><br>It was also forbidden. Everyone did it and the trainers would get upset. Have a row and all would be forgotten. But if some higher ups got wind of it every man jack in security would be on the dole. <br><br>Penny made a sad little noise and shut his mouth.<br><br>“I’ll take that as no,” Tsade said and stepped out of the lift, “Come along Ava.”<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 13:02:20</strong>
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				<strong>Lily in elevator </strong><br><br>She stepped in and stood behind him, almost sheltered by his body from the others in the elevator. She stood there quietly, listening, taking in the conversation. Maybe she would get some word of her friends, something, anything that she would know they were ok. Nothing but jabber about hazard pay. And some idiots that quit. Maybe when they returned to the room she could ask him about them.<br><br>Her ears perked up when he called her Ava, it was a bit strange at first, it threw her off for a second, but she followed. It was like a little secret, her real name only known and used by him. Only he knew the real Lily everyone else would be calling her by her "other" name. Lily paced two steps behind once more as he led her away from the elevator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 18:23:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4115010#msg4115010">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 11-01-2011, 01:09:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Vern saw her moving at his voice. He like that. It was the kind of movement that told him she had gotten the message yesterday and didn't want any more like it ever ever again. Which was good. <br><br>She was kneeling. Spreader between her ankles. Wrists cuffed in front. He eyed her for a moment before talking to her in that gravel tone.<br><br>"Get your butt off your legs when you kneel," He told her. <br><br>He liked the look of that brand. Thumb size swollen now but later it would definitely mark her as his. Bring out the rise of her breasts without taking away from those perked tits. <br><br>She looked run over. Good and swollen everywhere. He liked his bitches tenderized and she looked it. <br><br>"Put your hands behind your neck with your fingers interlaced and elbow out," Vern said because it was part of training. <br><br>All of them learned several position. This was just one. <br><br>"When I come for you every morning. When I wake you, if you actually earn your way out of this cage, the first thing you do is kneel like this." Vern told her.<br><br>"You got that?" He asked gruffly. "And I want to hear the word master some place in that reply."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Evie ~ learning her place</strong><br><br>Evie listened to Vern as he spoke, she moved into the position, the spreader bar keeping her open.&nbsp; She gulped nervously, lifting herself from resting on her legs, she placed her hands behind her neck, the cuffs making it hard to move, but she was able too.&nbsp; She pushed her elbows out, her breasts jutting forward.&nbsp; She winced, she was so sore and stiff it hurt.&nbsp; But she knew she had to do what he said.&nbsp; She didnt want him to hurt her, she would do anything to please him.<br><br>His words made sense to her, she nodded slowly, "Yes..yes Master" she said in a quiet voice, her eyes anywhere but on him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's: Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 19:11:28</strong>
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				Madison~ a shower at last~ Day 1 with Moussad&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The kiss took her by surprise but she welcomed what she took fir affection and approval. He pointed to the shower and she nodded when he told her to go. The following Aramaic word she assumed meant just what Moussad said, 'go'.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Madison stepped towards the shower and looked at who she could only assume was her trainer. She couldn't help but wonder if he was going to watch her as she showered, the door made of glass and damn near see through. Swallowing hard she passed a mirror and grimaced when she caught sight if her back. The leash trailed as she walked and reached into the shower, turning the silver knob to get the water flowing, waited a few seconds then stepped in. The warm water felt amazing on her skin, working away the knots and stress from the day before. Madison faced the stream afraid that the pulse of water would hurt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 19:13:45</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie morn day 1 cage</strong><br><br>"That's Kneel," Vern said. "When I tell you to kneel that's what I mean."<br><br>Vern gave her an approving nod before stepping behind her. He bent to the spreaders and released the bar. She wasn't the type to run. He'd seen to her breaking yesterday. But she was all wadded up inside in a way that even he could see it. <br><br>"You keep your hole shut unless someone wants you to speak. And every time you speak put Master or Mistress in there," Vern told her.<br><br>The lines of the whip, the scaring and marks on the outside her body were all a taste of what might happen.&nbsp; It was a good look on her. She was different than other bitches he'd handled. She needed that heavy physical. Not necessarily brutal but definitely solid handling that gave her the ceiling, walls and floor that helped her operate efficiently.&nbsp; Anything less with a girl like her and she was pure bedlam.<br><br>Vern shackled her ankles with a 24 inch chain. Plenty of length for someone so tiny to take good sized steps but the scraping of the chain and the weigh of the shackles would reassure her that he was paying attention to every single breath she took. <br><br>His hands to her wrists, uncuffing one and putting both of them behind her back at her hips where she could get more circulation. Something she'd learn happened to everyone before taking a stroll.&nbsp; He unclipped her chain from the ring on the floor and let it dangle between her breasts before putting his hands on her forearms.<br><br>"Get your feet under you when I bring you up," Vern directed as he raised her into the air with the ease of a power lifter. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 19:14:30</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison morn Day 1 shower</strong><br><br>Moussad waited until Madison stepped into the shower before turning for a wash cloth and the medicated soap. He stepped into the shower behind her. Water cascading down her front as he gently placed the lathered cloth against her back.<br><br>His hand came around to her breast to hold her in place without pinching her. A warning and something he liked to do with her. His fingers rolled her nipple as he spoke.<br><br>"Not moving," He told her. "I clean now you back."<br><br>The cloth moved in circles swirling the foam onto her back. Careful of the welted flesh he lathered her slowly from her neck downward. The cloth traveling over bruised and angry flesh with a healing foam to the curves of her cheeks and back several times.&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 19:15:52</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily day 1 morn level 2 layout</strong><br><br>Level 2 was an anomaly as it applied to the slave trade. The Estate had established a reputation for selling the most exotic of women to discriminating customers.&nbsp; As customer's tastes changed so too did the talent's of the women the Estate supplied. Demand and supply, a free market system that prompted an incredible amount of commerce and kept smart attractive girls from marriage in a mundane relationship without lust.&nbsp; <br><br>This system of exotic tastes meant running a slave center differently. It was the very reason Level 2 was created. Level 2 provided the training and skills to the slaves being purchased by those same customers.&nbsp; Level 2 had nothing to do with bondage.&nbsp; It had everything to do with learning to perform, discipline, and not much required in the way of punishment.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;Level 2 was a dream factor for those demonstrating enough natural talent and desire to pursue a successful career.&nbsp; Slaves were taken to Level 2 and put thru their paces based on their own desires and preferences. A singer with the dream of being the next Susan Bole would sing. A dancer would dance. A writer would write. <br><br>Once the girl established enough marketable skill, she would be sent to auction and purchased. It was up to her owner to follow thru and reap the economic benefits of her training. She was in every sense of the word a cash cow.<br><br>Lily aka Ava was on her way to the music department to meet Mr. Fritz.&nbsp; Tsade veered to the right at the corridor where eight hallways converged into a rotunda like round about.&nbsp; Traffic was heavy this morning. Trainers with their slave in leashes arms restrained as Lily was weaved in and out of traffic. It was the madness of the 9 oclock session. <br><br>It had once been suggested that the start time for Level 2s be set incremental 15 minutes apart to elevate the crowding. Although it made practical sense in every respect, Tsade had refused.&nbsp; <br><br>He wanted every bitch in this facility to realized several things every single day. They were not alone. They were special and as they became more commercially desirable they would get more autonomy. They all started with the bra and skirt then gradually earning more regular attire as they progressed. Those who were resistant were stripped and displayed, or stripped and paraded around behind their trainers in chains and heavy restraints where ever they went. This was much bigger than a girl would first guess squelching any hope of escape or retaliation. <br><br>Tsade stopped in line behind a slave wearing a nice top and kneel length skirt, hose and pumps with shoulder length mahogany curls that shined like polished wood. Her arms were in front uncuffed. Her trainer flashing his card to security and passed thru with her on her longer leash behind him.<br><br>Tsade stepped up. Showed his badge and thumbed the metric as he security waved him and lily thru.&nbsp; Two corridors and to the left. The sign read Music Vocal.&nbsp; Tsade walked her five rooms down and opened the door.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 20:53:07</strong>
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				<strong>Lily following Tsade to music room</strong><br><br>Lily stepped off the elevator and it looked like Grand Central Station. Girls and trainers bustling around goinnhere and there. Lily looked around searching for Evie amd Madi. She looked and looked but no sign of them. Part of her was sad they were nowhere in sight, she hoped they were doing ok. She would ask him later if her friends were fine. <br><br>She saw different girls with different styles of clothing. She was a by surprised to see some completely covered up, at least compared to what she had on. Still Lily didn't shy away, she had a beautiful body and felt no more shame showing it off. She actually walked with pride through the halls with him. <br><br>As he led her to the security check, she saw the girl in front of her and admired that beautiful hair. Lily wished her hair was that long and bouncy. Maybe she would be allowed to grow it out like that. <br><br>She spied the sign, wondering if she was to get voice lessons. She sang well, but she smiled thinking this was her chance to finally hone her craft. He had promised fame, and it looked like she was taking the first step toward that.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 00:40:30</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ shy and timid with Vern (who wouldnt be)</strong><br><br>Evie kept her mouth firmly closed as Vern spoke.&nbsp; She had no idea what to expect from him, only that he seemed to enjoy hurting her.&nbsp; The spreaders were removed, a chain replaced them.&nbsp; It felt strangely comforting.&nbsp; She trembled as he touched her, she was very differen tfrom yesterday, she didnt want him to hurt her.<br><br>Her arms throbbed from the position, she was glad for a change, but still she didnt speak, she just moved as he directed.&nbsp; She was learning, silently watching and listening.<br><br>When he lifted her she was shaky on her legs, they felt like jelly and it took her a moment of wobbling before she got her balance, "thank you Master" she whispered, staring at the floor.&nbsp; She had never felt so strange, she felt almost subdued, surrendering, something she had never done before.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 07:12:47</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Vern stood. His arm gathering her against him. He unclipped her leash and hung it to his belt in a roll. <br><br>"let's go," Vern directed and took a shorter step then he would have normally.<br><br>She wasn't following this time. She was beside him and he was supporting her. No reason to make her work hard when she only had so much energy left. Later, hell yeah but for now she wouldn't be any good unless he saw to her needs. <br><br>They were heading down the long passage way that was Unit 13. He had a room here on the main wing because he chose to have one. He liked it here close to all the action. <br><br>Two rights and a left then the door at the end of the long line of cages in section L. He opened the door with one hand as he spoke.<br><br>"A couple more steps and stop," Vern said took the prescribed steps and leaned back to hit the lights.<br><br>The lights chased the darkness out of a place that looked like a combination weigh room&nbsp; and a reptile habitat. There were four large glass aquariums the side of a tub and as tall as the ceiling with plants and soil a ultra violet light and heating rock. The weigh bench and weigh center was in the center of the room with the aquariums in a semi circle around it. <br><br>A fireplace was to the left of the sit up bench and a kitchen off to the right of the chin up bar. There was a door next to the kitchen. <br><br>Vern pointed to the door, "Bed room and bath. Go straight thru while I put Jethro back home with his supper."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 07:13:24</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with lily to see Mr. Fitz</strong><br><br>Tsade stepped into the room. It was a small auditorium in that it had several rows of comfortable chairs. A raised stage requiring two steps up. A piano with accompanist and room for other instruments on the stage but none were present at the time. Four music stands on the stage to the right of the piano. Three young women at the music stands. The women and the pianist all focused on the person on the ground floor with the baton. <br><br>"Morning Mr. Fritz, "&nbsp; Tsade said in a conversational tone. "This is Ava."<br><br>Mr. Fritz could have been anyone of a dozen people until of course Mr. Fritz turned around and then he could have been an owl. A wise owl with horn rimmed glasses, a bald head and sharp beak for a nose with shoulders that seemed to go out&nbsp; into a wing span with one of the tips holding a director's baton impatiently at his hip.&nbsp; Mr. Fritz was just over 4 foot three inches but he looked much larger.<br><br>"Morning, to you Administrator," Mr. Fritz said by way of greeting. <br><br>"Is that her is it. Well fine. Send her up to join the rest. A few scales and I'll sort have her sorted out and back to you in a moment," Mr. Fritz said eyeing the beauty.<br><br>"Of course," Tsade said to Mr. Fritz then turned to Lily.<br><br>Tsade unlocked her leash and turned her around to uncuff her. <br><br>"Up you go." Tsade directed. <br><br>Mr. Fritz turned back to the platform. "Come gel,&nbsp; E 'il momento di cantare." [it's time for you to sing] <br><br>"Not only do you not know what I said but you're probably tone deaf," Mr. Fritz mumbled and tapped the baton on the music stand to get everyone's attention.<br><br>"A pochi arpeggi prima di cominciare." [ a few warm up arpeggios before we begin]<br><br>Mr. Fitz motioned for the pianist to give the que cords and looked to see if the new one was coming.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 14:50:22</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She entered the auditorium amd saw the girls on stage. She saw the man that was<br>And almost chuckled at the sight of him. Be was quite odd looking but she kept quiet as the two men exchanged conversation between the two of them. Already she knew this man was going to be tough, he was giving her a look like he was already disappointed.<br><br>She was given the liberty of no collar and cuffs and she scooted along to the stage as Tsade told her to. She wondered if he would stay and watch or if he had other business to attend to. She knew by now he was probably the head honcho of this operation by the way everyone addressed him. She liked that the chief of the operation chose her to be his, made her feel even more special.<br><br>Lily got on stage just as he was ready to begin. She smiled at the other girls and then heard the scales begin. Lily opened her mouth and it was like the heavens opened and an angel bad come down. She had a raw natural talent the just needed to be honed. She was sure the other girls gave her darting looks, and Lily became shy not trying to outshine the other girls. Her voice dropped and she became quieter, almost barely able to hear. She was so modest and never wanted anyone to be upset, those other girls deserved a chance more than she did, she secretly thought, even though no one even came close to Lily's golden voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 16:59:57</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ with a variety of snakes (including Vern)</strong><br><br>Evie walked with him, glad of his support.&nbsp; She was surprised how exhausted she felt, but then she hadn't exactly slept well last night, every sound had woken her, and she had been terrified of the snake, until she realised he wasn't going to hurt her.&nbsp; She still couldn't believe how he had protected her.<br><br>Entering the room she stopped and looked around, the various tanks held who knew what, things she could only imagine.&nbsp; As long as there were no spiders.&nbsp; Snakes she was getting used too, but spiders...spiders just terrified her.&nbsp; <br><br>She walked around the room, looking at the various tanks, "are these all yours?" she asked him, "I like Jethro Master" she said softly, her voice still a whisper.&nbsp; She looked at the door he gestured too, and nodded, walking through it.&nbsp; There was a bedroom to the left and she guessed the door to the right would be the bathroom.<br><br>Stepping in she saw a large shower cubicle, a huge tub, big enough for 3 or four easily, and it was sunken into the floor, it seemed to have no taps as such but she knew water would fill it from the various holes around the sides.&nbsp; <br><br>"May I have a soak in the tub Master?" she asked, not sure what he wanted her to do.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 18:43:27</strong>
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				Madison~ showering with Moussad Day 1&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She had half expected Moussad to join her but the hand on her nipple took her by surprise. Madison moaned as he rolled the sensitive nub, it hardening almost instantly. The cloth touched her back and she whimpered. Madison nodded when he told her not to move which was easier said than done. Her body tensed as Moussad lathered her back with the cloth, the welts hurt the most while the bruises were sore. The tender touch he used was a welcome surprise. "Thank you," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Between the soap he was using and the water Madison was able to calm down and enjoy the shower, though there remained a nagging question of what was to come.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 23:22:51</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Mr Fitz with Lily music dept morn day 1</strong><br><br>Things had been moving along the scale nicely when suddenly there was this voice.&nbsp; It came from the platform . A voice he had never heard before and it absolutely stunned him.<br><br>Mr. Fitz was taken over by the power and sweet melody. It was as thought someone had cut off the head of an opera prima donna and stuck it on the new girl's shoulders. He was about to switch the music around when the unthinkable happened.<br><br>Lily aka Ava stopped singing!<br><br>Mr. Fitz tapped the music stand impatiently with the baton.&nbsp; The room went silent as he eyed the new one. <br><br>"Please tell me it's anything but, a sudden and instantaneous case of laryngitis, stage fright, muteism, warts, melancholy, amnesia that only affects your mouth, or transporter beam malfunction and you're here on earth where you shouldn't be at all."<br><br>Mr. Fitz eyes narrowed expecting some type of explanation from Lily aka Ava.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 23:23:33</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison morn Day 1</strong><br><br>Moussad finished lathering her with soap but continued touching her.<br><br>His hands moving around to her front. He stroked up and down her body as he stepped against her firmly. Moussad wanted to know things about her but he wanted to touch her.&nbsp; Exploring her welcoming excitement as he chased that sensation everywhere on her body. <br><br>His back against hers to keep her from stepping away shyly. Or any other type of moving from him. Claiming her in the way he cared for her and the way his hunger grew for her.<br><br>They had training today. She had said as she hung she could sing. If not sing then dance. She had danced for him in that room and he wanted more.&nbsp; But first he must know if she could sing. <br><br>"You make song, yes?" Moussad asked.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 23:24:18</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie morn day 1 - bath</strong><br><br>"Yep, tub an make it hot," Vern said as he carefully placed Jethro in the terrarium. <br><br>The small bag of garter snake came off his belt and into the terrarium unopened. Vern closed the glass door. He knew eventually the garter would come out. Jethro would get that scent&nbsp; and there's be one less garter snake but a very full and sleepy Jethro. <br><br>Vern was gettin hungry too but definitely not for garter snake. He pulled his shirt over his head as he walked toward the bed room. A flick of his wrist and it drop on the bed. <br><br>"You in that water yet little bitch?" Vern bellowed.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 00:16:16</strong>
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				<strong>Lily on stage getting queasy</strong><br><br>Ok now she felt the hole place was staring at her. She was right, they were. She was a little startled and worried as the music director singled her out for getting quiet. The list he gave pretty much covered any excuse she could have given, plus a couple extras thrown in. <br><br>Her stomach started doing tumbles and Lily looked nervous. A small voice peeped up to speak. "Sir I am sorry for going soft, I just didn't want to overshadow anyone." Lily put her head down amd just stared at the music stand. Why was she getting everything wrong? She was just trying to me nice to the other singers and not make them feel bad. Still somehow she knew she was in trouble and would end up with some punishment that made her even more sick to her stomach. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 02:49:53</strong>
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				Madison~ with Moussad Day 1<br><br>She raised her eyebrow and raised her arms over her head, piling her hair ontop of her head.<br><br>Her body was on display for him. Open to every last touch Moussad wished to bestow upon her. She didn't know where everything was leading to but it all seemed to move fast. His touch was reassuring and different than they had been the night before. Madison knew he was exploring her and she didn't move away. Instead her body pressed back against his, the lathering having been washed away but left her back in less pain. Her body was on fire from his touch, her body slowly starting to ache for the release she had before.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>"You make song, yes?" Moussad asked.<br><br>Madison nodded and let her head fall against his shoulder and thought. "Yes, I do, though I don't have formal training. Would you like me to sing for you?"
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 00:04:41</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ With Lily at Mr Fritz</strong><br><br>Mr. Fritz swiveled his head owl like almost upside down on his shoulders. Piercing her with a sharp focused gaze.<br><br>His arms flapping at his sides.&nbsp; "Are you the conductor?&nbsp; &nbsp;NO!" <br><br>"You sing! It's your only job." <br><br>"I do all the rest."&nbsp; The baton pointed to his chest. <br><br>"I am the conductor. I say whether you drown the others out or you whispered the notes with your nose pressing into the nearest corner." <br><br>"Is that clear?" Mr. Fitz tapped his foot to let her know he was waiting, impatiently.<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 00:05:15</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison Shower morning day 1</strong><br><br>This one, his new woman leaned backwards against him. Her head crooked along his shoulder. She practically spoke against his ear. Sensation raced up and down his chest. He nuzzled her.<br><br>"Yes," he whispered as his hands roamed. <br><br>Fingers dipping into her heat. While he cupped her breast. He adjusted his position and rocked into her. Letting her feel how excited he was becoming. He wanted to hear her sing and then later, hear her screams of passion.&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 00:48:59</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ running a bath</strong><br><br>Evie had gasped loudly at the sheer size of the tub.&nbsp; She had set the taps running full, watching as the steam soon danced around the room.&nbsp; She had poured some bubble bath from one of the bottles, and the bubbles soon covered the surface of the water.&nbsp; She perched on the side of the bath, and forgot her predicament.&nbsp; She started to sing.<br><br>The song wasn't anything special, one of the random pop songs that she had learnt over the years.&nbsp; Her voice though was something else.&nbsp; it was deeper, alto voice, not the soaring soprano of Lily, but a voice that seemed to express emotions and deep need.&nbsp; She sang about a girl, the boy had gone, never to return.&nbsp; She felt the emotions and the words moved around her, haunting, ghostly on the steam.&nbsp; She had a powerful voice, a voice that needed no real amplification.<br><br>She didn't hear him bellow, she had turned the water off now and finished the song, the last notes fading away, leaving the memory and the pain of love lost in the air as she turned her attention back to the tub...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 01:05:24</strong>
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				<strong>Lily worried with Fritz</strong><br><br>She had never seen someone get so mad, well except that Vern asshole. "Yes sir I understand, it won't happen again. I am sorry for disrupting your lesson, sir." <br><br>Somehow Lily knew in the put of her stomach she was going to receive punishment later for this even though she was just trying to be nice and not outshine the other divas.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 06:44:34</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily aka Ava and Mr. Fitz</strong><br><br>Mr. Fitz tapped the baton on the music stand once more. Hand and baton up. <br><br>"From the top of stanza 4. He gave a nod toward the piano. The piano intoned the cords. <br><br>The baton swung in a down beat like a rolly coaster as he expected the singers to sing. One hand in the air. His focus split between music page and chorus. Expecting to hear singing on cue.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 06:45:54</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Well damn this girl could sing. Vern stood there listening. It wasn't Pear Jam but it was purty alright. Good strong voice. That made up his mind. <br><br>They had business on level 2 now. All kinds of important shit was gonna happen today. He'd bought this girl untested and sweet virgin she was more than a fuck toy that was for damn sure. No lap dancing for chump change for her. She was going into the entertainment business thru the front door.<br><br>"Get in the tub!" Vern growled as he dropped his pants. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 07:32:02</strong>
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				<strong>Ava (Lily) singing for her life</strong><br><br>She nodded as Mr. Fritz started once more. Ok he did't care if she drowned out the others? Fine. Lily took a breath and once more the sound of an angel filled the room. It was from all those years in her room alone singing along to her CD's. Lily long had a passion for music but never got to pursue it because her brothers got everything. <br><br>Still Lily sang out, she could have brought an entire audience to their feet if they were in there, but she hoped she impressed Mr. Fritz and her Master. That was all Lily cared about as she sang the melody to her new teacher.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 19:04:00</strong>
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				<br><strong>Tsade ~ with Ava at Mr Fitz morn day 1</strong><br><br>Tsade heard Lily sing for the first time. Sing. Bad word. Other people sang. Some sang well, others sang badly. Lily embodied the melody. Her voice became it in all the moods. Flowing and swelling, drifting in the current of the treble as the pianist carried the beat to her and she turned it into something powerful.<br><br>The room was silent after the last beat. It ended when the last note swept from the room and Lily was standing, surrounded by weaker instruments.<br><br>Mr. Fitz patted his brow with a white hanky then sniffed and blew his nose. The baton had found its way to the music stand after the first measure and from then on he had lovingly molded the melody in sculpturing hands to guide her along the way. <br><br>He pushed the hanky into his dark suite and turned to Tsade, "She needs a mezzo soprano and an alto of the same caliber.&nbsp; And together we shall create a musical experience."<br><br>Tsade's expression unreadable. He remained seated as he spoke. His eyes focus on Mr. Fitz in the same way a lion watches a wildebeest. <br><br>"Are you finished with her, then?" <br><br>Mr. Fitz thought Tsade was the coldest bastard he'd ever come across. Business. Efficiency. It was hard to imagine anyone still sitting in a chair and not on their feet clapping and shouting bravo after the girl sang.<br><br>Yet, Tsade was doing just that. Mr. Fitz decided the man was completely tone deaf.&nbsp; A cold tone deaf bastard who had no appreciate for the rare gem he possessed. <br><br>"Can you bring her round after tea, say four?"<br><br>Tsade stood. It was an exclamation mark to his response. <br><br>"Yes, Four."<br><br>His eyes moved from Fritz to Lily and motioned her to him. She was to come off the platform and stand in front of him. Her leash in his hand.<br><br>Mr. Fitz cleared his throat, "Mr. Tsade.. the mezzo and alto?"<br><br>"I shall look into it," Tsade said waiting for Lily.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 19:56:01</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Looking round as Vern entered Evie watched him, the way he moved, how the muscles rippled and strained as he walked towards the tub.&nbsp; She watched as he removed his pants, his thighs so thick.&nbsp; She grinned and felt her insides churn.&nbsp; She turned to him, and out of sheer mischieve she sent a wave of water from the tub towards him, splashing him and giggling.<br><br>"You really are a mean bastard Master" she said and splashed him agan, knowing she was going to get into trouble, but she couldnt help herself.&nbsp; She wanted to see if there was a different side to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 01:49:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4136349#msg4136349">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 16-01-2011, 00:05:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Moussad ~ with Madison Shower morning day 1</strong><br><br>This one, his new woman leaned backwards against him. Her head crooked along his shoulder. She practically spoke against his ear. Sensation raced up and down his chest. He nuzzled her.<br><br>"Yes," he whispered as his hands roamed.&nbsp;<br><br>Fingers dipping into her heat. While he cupped her breast. He adjusted his position and rocked into her. Letting her feel how excited he was becoming. He wanted to hear her sing and then later, hear her screams of passion.&nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Madison~with Moussad showering</strong><br><br>She trembled nervously while she thought of a song to sing, this alone could end her life if she didn't sound just right. Right before the words could slip out he rocked into her and Madison moaned softly when his hardness brushed against her rear.<br><br>Swallowing hard she began to sing "Amazing Grace". It was all she could think of and was a song she had sung many times at church with her family. It may not have been the voice of an angel that filled the bathroom, but it was one that said she could break or melt hearts when she sang. When Madison sang she put her soul into the words, feeling the meaning behind it and showing it to her audience. When she finished she turned her head to look at Moussad. "Was that good?"&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 02:54:56</strong>
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				<strong>Lily finishing and going back to Tsade</strong><br><br>Once the lesson was over Lily stood there waiting to hear what she did wrong. She watched the exchange between Fritz and Tsade. Lily saw the stern expression on Tsades face. She knew she was in trouble. That pause where she didn't want to outshine everyone, she knew he was upset with her. The feeling in her stomach she knew a punishment loomed in the air. <br><br>Lily walked from the stage and to Tsade's side. She presented her leash to him and kept her head down, daring to not say a word. She could only imagine how disappointed he was in her for that falter, now she anticipated what he would do to her for her mistake.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 18:48:23</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Evie wasn’t in the tub. Dripping wet with goose bumps from the shower and she sat on the edge of the tub and splashed him. <br><br>&nbsp;Oh this was gonna be good, Vern told himself.<br><br>In two stride he had that grinning girl by the hair. Scooping her into his arms, her feet dangling over the deepest parts of the tub.<br><br>“I said, get the hell in the fuckin tub!” and dropped her into it.<br><br>Waves rolled up around the sides as she disappeared under the bubbled. Vern roared with laughter as he climb after her.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 18:48:58</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison Singing Morn day 1</strong><br><br>Moussad didn't know the song. He didn't understand many of the word. There was no reason to from his point of view. All he knew was she made him feel the song as if the words mattered like she sang for him.<br><br>He pulled her head around and captured her lips. Kissing her deeply. Praise. Hunger. Calling. She was all that and he promised her in that kiss there was more he would give her.&nbsp; <br><br>Ghassom Moussad was about to give her the dreams she longed for.&nbsp; It would mean a trip to Level 2 today. Soon. <br><br>His bent her down slightly opening her to his hard eager cock head. He gripped her hip as he pushed along her slit. Pinching her nipple as the heat of his lust surged thru his loins.<br><br>"Yesss.." rumbled deep in his chest as he speared her new channel.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 18:52:18</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily morn day 1 after Fritz</strong><br><br>Tsade fingered her leash as he all but ignored her. He gave Fritz a nod then tugged on her chain.<br><br>"Come." He said.<br><br>They were again in the corridor of the music department moving in the direction they had entered. There was no sound emitting from most of the doors in this department.&nbsp; The sound was captured behind them.&nbsp; <br><br>But not all the doors contained the noise inside them. There were a few scattered randomly down the hallway where the cries of slaves or the crack of some type of whip or paddle which seemed amplified as they walked past. This was not an accident. It was a reminder.&nbsp; <br><br>Tsade kept walking. He turned right instead of left. They were not going home. He kept her close as the corridor filled with slave traffic. The waves parting to allow him a straight shot to a section of the Level 2 where security stood like sentries.<br><br>They past the check point and moved on. Tsade could have stopped anywhere. He could have done anything but he chose to make her wait for what was to come. Build the suspense. Heighten the fear.<br><br>He turned left into the Management Section. The sign over the threshold read just that.&nbsp; They past several office door. The kind that look like it was a business complete with business tone walls and business furniture.<br><br>Lion door knockers on double doors at the end of the corridor stared back at them. He walked to them and they opened slowly. It was an outer office complete with a secretary.&nbsp; Dressed professionally in business casual and a necklace of silver in a french twist at her neck.<br><br>"Morning Master," She said standing as he and Lily entered.<br><br>"Morning Charity, I'll buzz you when I'm ready for the morning report." Tsade said as he continued straight ahead and thru the door to a large office.<br><br>"Yes sir," She called after him.<br><br>The door shut behind Lily as he brought her six paces before the executive desk. There he dropped the leash.<br><br>"Stand present," He directed without turning around yet.<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 19:18:47</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>His silence was deafening, as they passed some of the rooms she heard screams of pain and knew she would be in for the same. It made her stomach turn and form knots. All she tried to do was be kind to others, yet somehow, she knew she was in trouble for that. <br><br>As they walked, it was like he could part the Red Sea, master and slaves let them pass, and she felt she was on display for a moment. The knots got larger and Lily knew things would not be good for her when they were alone. <br><br>As they entered the Management Section, she wondered if they were going to his office. This place was huge and there were so many departments and offices, and rooms, someone could get lost in there. Lily barely looked up as he led her past the secretary, she hadn't looked up much at all since they had left the auditorium. <br><br>Once inside, she got the command to Present, and she quickly did. Hands interlaced, elbows out, feet parted, back arched, eyes, already down.&nbsp; Lily wanted to speak, to apologize, but thought it best to stay quiet, at least until after her beating, or whatever he was to dole out to her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 00:14:54</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily aka Ava in his office</strong><br><br>Tsade walked around the desk and opened a drawer.&nbsp; He palmed the objects before straightening. His hand to his hip removing the crop.&nbsp; He inspected her briefly and planned a more thorough inspection to follow.<br><br>He closed the drawer and walked around the desk to stand in front of her. He turned his head this way and that. The crop in his hand. He reached out pointing the striking leather fold just below her chin so she could see it. <br><br>"You of course know what you did wrong. Mr. Fitz is a very busy man. You were told to sing and on the first attempt you stumbled because you made a decision."<br><br>"You forgot your place. Slaves do not make decisions about anything. You are a slave.&nbsp; This does not come as a surprise to you. You are property. You are not free. You are my possession."<br><br>"You disobeyed me. Not good."<br><br>The crop hissed as it cut the air. The strike caught Lily's left nipple viciously. The crop sliced the air three more time in rapid succession. One more bite to her left nipple and two for her right.<br><br>Evening up the pain as the crop came back to rest under her chin. Daring her to move at all. <br><br>"You may speak," Tsade offered knowing her punishment had just begun.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 01:02:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4143436#msg4143436">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 17-01-2011, 18:48:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Moussad ~ with Madison Singing Morn day 1</strong><br><br>Moussad didn't know the song. He didn't understand many of the word. There was no reason to from his point of view. All he knew was she made him feel the song as if the words mattered like she sang for him.<br><br>He pulled her head around and captured her lips. Kissing her deeply. Praise. Hunger. Calling. She was all that and he promised her in that kiss there was more he would give her.&nbsp; <br><br>Ghassom Moussad was about to give her the dreams she longed for.&nbsp; It would mean a trip to Level 2 today. Soon. <br><br>His bent her down slightly opening her to his hard eager cock head. He gripped her hip as he pushed along her slit. Pinching her nipple as the heat of his lust surged thru his loins.<br><br>"Yesss.." rumbled deep in his chest as he speared her new channel.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><strong>Madison~ opening up to Moussad Day 1</strong><br><br>She had done well, his lips claiming her when the song was finished. It was a promise of more to come. What that was exactly she didn't know but Madison knew it was good. He bent her at the waist and she moaned softly, his heated shaft brushing her slit.<br><br>Her arms extended to support herself on the tiled wall of the shower. Dripping hair falling in front of her eyes as he took her once more. This time the wiley Madison with a big mouth had vanished, leaving the timid and sweet Madi her parents once adored in her place.<br><br>Back arching, she thrust back at him as he plunged into her channel, greeting his rod with her sweet nectar, costing him almost instantly. "Oh.." she gasped, the fire in her body building with each movement. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 02:52:43</strong>
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				<strong>Lily in Tsades office</strong><br><br>She saw him remove the riding crop and she shuddered. Her body trembled as he moved to her, standing there speaking to her with the crop under her chin. <br><br>He was right, she was his property, she knew she was wrong for stopping. Still the sweetness in her made her stop and care for others. In his eyes that was a crime fit for punishment. Lily just stood there and listened to him, nodding the entire time.<br><br>Then she heard the shwoosh through the air and the searing pain as he struck her left breast. Then again. Two more times to the right one. Tears filled her eyes as she bit her lip trying not to scream in pain. It hurt worse than what Vern had done to her. <br><br>When he told her to speak, all Lily could do was choke out a couple words. "I am sorry sir," she whimpered through her tears. Lily never took her eyes off the floor and stayed in position not wanting any more punishment from him. She was too scared now to do anything else but stand there in his office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 03:19:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4143434#msg4143434">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 17-01-2011, 18:48:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Evie wasn’t in the tub. Dripping wet with goose bumps from the shower and she sat on the edge of the tub and splashed him. <br><br>Oh this was gonna be good, Vern told himself.<br><br>In two stride he had that grinning girl by the hair. Scooping her into his arms, her feet dangling over the deepest parts of the tub.<br><br>“I said, get the hell in the fuckin tub!” and dropped her into it.<br><br>Waves rolled up around the sides as she disappeared under the bubbled. Vern roared with laughter as he climb after her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><strong>Evie</strong><br><br>She knew he was going to do something to her as he stalked towards her with a definite purpose in her step.&nbsp; He hissed the words, she grinned wider.&nbsp; She was still scared of him, but part of her needed to just see if there was a human side to him.&nbsp; If he was a brutal fucker all the time.&nbsp; She gasped as he grabbed her hair, yanking her to her feet, and higher, lifting her over the tub and hanging her there.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at him, and he let go, dropping her into the water which slapshed around them and soaked the floor.&nbsp; She went under and came up sluttering, he was there in the water, grinning wide and she chuckled, splashing him again as she climbed up his body.&nbsp; <br><br>"Master...this girl wants you to fuck her again" she purred, her hands moving up his tree trunk thighs.&nbsp; She wasnt sure what she was doing, she was still afriad, still terrified, but she also felt something else..<br><br>..she felt alive...for the first time ever she felt truly alive....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 04:28:26</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade stepped to her. The crop in the crook of his arm. His finger tips hook her bra cup. Folding them several time to completely expose her breasts. <br><br>His hand caressing the heat in her nipples. Rolling the perked gathered flesh between his fingers. Tugging slightly.<br><br>His eyes on her every second that past. The objects from the drawer nestled in his palm.<br><br>&nbsp;He held her melon ripe breast in a squeeze and brought the teeth of the clamp on the hot red coned flesh. It dangled with a small gram of weight that danced with each breath. A jewel the color of her eyes hung like an earring from her sore nipple. <br><br>He took his time with the other breast. Preparing her. Ripening the suffering nub. The wicked clamp bit her soft flesh. The jewel jerking in unison with it's mate. He stepped back to admit her new accoutrements. <br><br>The crop in his hand flicking out. An underhand swing. The target between her legs. Bare but hidden by the skirt, he aimed for her soft sex and clit. Striking her sharply twice.<br><br>"Wider," was all he said as he watched for compliance. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 05:20:43</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>As she looked down, she could see his hands pull up the cups of her bra. Her pert breasts, red and stinging from the crop. What came next made Lily tear up even more. <br><br>As the first clamp went on her nipple, Lily wanted to cry out. It hurt something fierce. She never imagined she would be punished this much. She then closed her eyes as he readied the other breast. The teeth of the clamp bearing into her tender flesh. Lily felt sick, the pain ripping through her. <br><br>She them felt the crop strike her nether region, not once, but twice. She felt horrible, someone that had treated her so kind and gentle just the night before was making her whimper in sheer pain. <br><br>Lily moved her feet further apart for him hoping he wouldn't strike her again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 05:59:26</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison Shower morn day 1</strong><br><br>She arched back for him and he moved one hand down her trembling heat. Teasing his fingers over her mound as his shaft sunk into to her. His forefinger struck over her clit as he chewed her neck. <br><br>Her gasp encouraging him. Driving deep inside her with each thrust. Pulling her hips to receive more of him. He was panting. Impaling her with each breath. Forcing her small tight slit to take him fully.<br><br>The water off. Her hair soaking his chest. He murmured in his language but it was clear his intent. He dug into her as he stirred her to a mounting storm. Guiding her faster and faster into the edge of a climax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 06:36:37</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lilly in his office Late morning day 1</strong><br><br>He walked around her. Stopping often. His hand never leaving her body. He liked the way she trembled. the way she held perfectly still as he made a point to touch her everywhere. Her legs were wide enough. He placed the crop on the desk where she could see it. He walked over beside the desk and bent down. When he raised up he had a short stool in his hand. <br><br>He brought it with him as he stepped in front of her again. <br><br>"You disobeyed and now you know there will be punishment that kind of behavior." He told her quietly.<br><br>"What you do not know yet is that you will be rewarded for behavior that I find pleasing. You sang well. You were obedient as you walked around the place. You were obedient in this office. You will now receive my attention as your reward."<br><br>"Try not to wiggle too much," Tsade told her as he placed the stool between her legs and sat on it. <br><br>The fit was perfect. His hand between legs he drew her ass close to his mouth. The fingers of the other hand spreading her pussy lips as his hot tongue plunge and swirl against her soft sex.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 06:52:22</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie morn day 1 jacuzzi</strong><br><br>The water came up to Vern's first rib where he stood in the deep part of the tub. He was a bear. Big. Growled. Dark coarse fur most everywhere. He grinned down as she splashed him.<br><br>His hands on his hips as she paddled over to cling to his leg. Her confession made him chuckle. Not because he was vicious, although he was, he chuckled because he was having those same thoughts. He was gonna fuck her.<br><br>"Open them thighs so I can drive this bone right in that hot cunt, slut!"<br><br>Vern took her by her hair and raised her up. He snagged her hip with his other hand and slid her body along his hard stiff cock shaft slowly. All she needed to do was open up and he didn't care whether she did it on her own or he spread them legs for her. <br><br>He was gonna have some of what she had while they were in that hot water. And no was not the answer.<br><br>Later he'd set her straight on the bubble bath and his Harley monogrammed wash cloth was off limits. It was an anniversary addition.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 06:57:07</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>Her breasts and her tender sex ached. She wanted nothing mote than to hve those clips off her breasts. Even as he circled and touched her, the pain over rode the pleasure. <br><br>She heard him place the crop on the table. She never looked up, her eyes to the floor the entire time. Lily listened carefully to his words. Yes, she had disobeyed, but all the little things she had done right, she was about to be rewarded for something as simple as walking two paces behind him.<br><br>She was curious why he was placing a stool under her. It wasn't very high off the ground maybe a couple inches. She then saw him sit on it, under her and she trembled in joy this time. He drew her close to his mouth, her sex just hovering above his lips as he parted them with his fingers. <br><br>Lily began to moan as his tongue licked at her tender sex. She was happy once more and held her position as he pleasured the sweet girl with his incredible mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 00:09:09</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily aka Ava morn day 1 office rewards</strong><br><br>Her taste, sweet and he wanted more. He chewed and lapped her lips. His thumb pressing her clit with the pace of her hips. Thrusting into her heated honey covered depth with that rough tongue to steal the nectar she had hidden. <br><br>His hands ensure she rode against his mouth every moment he was building those jolts of pleasure. He moved his lips off her to speak briefly.<br><br>"You must beg to cum," He whispered hurriedly then plunge back into her. <br><br>He was on a mission. A lesson for her and his own pleasure. First to take her to the edge. Tongue and hands galloping urgently upward. His hot breath lathering her sex with promises he intended to keep.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 01:09:09</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She tried&nbsp; her best to best to hold position, but it was proving quite difficult. Lily held fast as her body beared down on his lips and fingers. The sensations rocketing through her body proving just how much of an expert he was. <br><br>Her breathing was shallow as she fed him with her nectar. She longed to have his tongue deeper, pushing further, and Lily squeaked as his tongue probed her very depths. <br><br>She whimpered as he stopped to speak to her. She had to beg. Not a difficult task since she was becoming desperate for release from him. <br><br>"Please sir, I need to cum, please let me. It feels so good I need release, I'm begging you sir please let me cum for you." her body was shaking now, her heat intensified. She wanted to climax and flood his mouth. He had given her so much already, he too deserved the reward of her sweet juices on his tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 01:32:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4146412#msg4146412">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 18-01-2011, 06:52:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Vern ~ with Evie morn day 1 jacuzzi</strong><br><br>The water came up to Vern's first rib where he stood in the deep part of the tub. He was a bear. Big. Growled. Dark coarse fur most everywhere. He grinned down as she splashed him.<br><br>His hands on his hips as she paddled over to cling to his leg. Her confession made him chuckle. Not because he was vicious, although he was, he chuckled because he was having those same thoughts. He was gonna fuck her.<br><br>"Open them thighs so I can drive this bone right in that hot cunt, slut!"<br><br>Vern took her by her hair and raised her up. He snagged her hip with his other hand and slid her body along his hard stiff cock shaft slowly. All she needed to do was open up and he didn't care whether she did it on her own or he spread them legs for her. <br><br>He was gonna have some of what she had while they were in that hot water. And no was not the answer.<br><br>Later he'd set her straight on the bubble bath and his Harley monogrammed wash cloth was off limits. It was an anniversary addition.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Evie</strong><br><br>"You have such a way with words Master" she said with a chuckle as she was moved into the position he wanted her in.&nbsp; She could see his shaft, it was standing stiff, porud and angry and she licked her lips eagerly knowing he was going to ram it into her depths.&nbsp; She couldnt stop her moan, she wanted him badly and she wanted him now.<br><br>He held her close to his body, his hands guiding, controlling.&nbsp; "You are so hard Master" she whispered to him, her legs spreading wide, her body his to control.&nbsp; "I want to feel you so deeply inside me" she whispered, moving up him, her eyes on his, a hint of mischieve there.&nbsp; "Ram it into me Master, make me scream for you...." she begged him...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 02:11:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4146233#msg4146233">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 18-01-2011, 05:59:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Moussad ~ with Madison Shower morn day 1</strong><br><br>She arched back for him and he moved one hand down her trembling heat. Teasing his fingers over her mound as his shaft sunk into to her. His forefinger struck over her clit as he chewed her neck. <br><br>Her gasp encouraging him. Driving deep inside her with each thrust. Pulling her hips to receive more of him. He was panting. Impaling her with each breath. Forcing her small tight slit to take him fully.<br><br>The water off. Her hair soaking his chest. He murmured in his language but it was clear his intent. He dug into her as he stirred her to a mounting storm. Guiding her faster and faster into the edge of a climax.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Madison~ Day 1</strong><br><br>Even if he were speaking English she was sure all words would have been lost. It all felt too good. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure she felt as he took her once more.<br><br>God it felt good! No longer was she fighting to hide her body's reaction from the Moussad. Madison wanted him to see her as her body was displayed wantonly. For him and him only. Anyone else and she would fight tooth and nail for as long as she could.<br><br>Where this transformation came from she couldn't explain but for now she was happy. Scared, but happy nonetheless. Her climax was approaching rapidly and there was no holding back. One last thrust and she would be screaming and shuddering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 05:20:57</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie morn day 1 bath</strong><br><br>Vern could feel her abused body trembling with trepidation and excitement. He wore a grin like a wild man. His eyes glowing dark and he licked his lips. Her flesh was warm from the tub. His cock hard and ready as he brushed her pussy against that angry cock head.<br><br>Without warning. Without a second more. Without any consideration he slammed her against his body.&nbsp; He felt that hard cock break open her slit. He bucked his hips hard as he gripped her ass cheeks. Groaning beast like as he pounded all the way into her in a paced that would have a stallion pawing the ground with jealousy. <br><br>"Yeah.. take all that cock slut!!" Vern growled as he hammered her soft walls.<br><br>He bent to her bowing her back wards. Keeping her off balance so she could take all of him. Her nipples perked within reach. He chewed a mouthful of her breast as he delivered the pistoning blows in shocking succession.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 05:21:37</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily aka Ava morn office day 1</strong><br><br>He could taste her readiness. Her urgent churning. Her rocking to the beat of his fingers and mouth. His tongue jutting deep inside her as she begged him to allow her. <br><br>This was training. He moved from her abruptly. Not in anger, and he rose before her caressing her cheek and smiling.<br><br>"Very good," He remarked. "Your dripping."<br><br>He let her watch as he licked her dew off his fingers. Slowly swirling his fingers in his mouth as he had pressed them into her.<br><br>"Before you can cum you must server your master," He told her.<br><br>He walked around his desk and sat in his chair. <br><br>His hand patting his trousers, " Come here and crawl under the table. Take my cock out and take it in your mouth. Please me while I attend to business."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 05:22:14</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison Morn day 1 shower</strong><br><br>Madison was pushing back against him furiously as he was pumping into her. His hands on her hips bringing her against him over and over. He kissed her back each time. <br><br>Her rippling walls were choking his length. He was grunting to hold back but it was no good. There was something else going on he didn't want to think about. She was an infidel, a slave. He told himself that as he impaled her with his ready shaft.<br><br>"YES YES YES!!" He bellowed unable remember the english for cum.<br><br>He instantly forgot everything but how good she was feeling collapsing and swallowing his full length. How are why he didn't care. All he knew was the pressure of that lust and how ready he was to fire deep into her. He lunged into her with everything thing he had unable to stop the explosions that ripped into her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 05:31:10</strong>
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				<strong>Lily on the brink with Tsade</strong><br><br>Her body felt so good. Lily was right on the cusp of climaxing for him when he pulled away! Lily bit her lip and whimpered like a puppy having it's toy taken away. <br><br>She watched as he licked his fingers covered in her honey amd she looked away, unable to watch him as her body trembled, needing release. She actually held her breath and counted to ten to calm herself. <br><br>As he moved to his desk, she heard his command. Sweet Lily walked to him, got down on her knees and shimmied under the desk. Her slender fingers undid his trousers and freed his massive cock. Lily licked her lips and began the task at hand, her mouth sliding over her masters cock. She was there to please him, he had complete control over her, and she did what she was told. Kneeling under his desk, Lily sucked Tsade up and down, pleasuring him just like he asked her to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 06:42:26</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily aka Ava morn day 1 under the desk</strong><br><br>Tsade read reports made notes and had no recollection what he had read once he pushed the paper into a particular folder. Before he answered email he slowed her down. She was hitting all the right spots often enough that at one point his palms were sweating and he was gripping the laptop. <br><br>It was then he moved her off his stiff throbbing member. The meeting with two other associates went well. She followed his hand signals. Sucking and waiting masterfully. His cock soared with yearning for two hours. <br><br>The room was empty. All more tasked seen to.&nbsp; It was time for a break.<br><br>He pushed the chair back and released the arms so they slipped up to the back of the chair and out of the way. Looking at her with a smile he motioned her out from under it.<br><br>"Straddle me like you did last night," He said.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 14:44:47</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She was quickly becoming a master at this particular craft. It was almost inane was born to please him in this manner. Her warm mouth bobbed up and down his shaft, her tongue paying attention to the spots that made him clear his throat and quiver. <br><br>She followed his signals to the letter, pulling off him while he was meeting his associates going back on when he was through. She was a hungry little one, but after two hours her jaw was beginning to tire. <br><br>As he drew back and pulled the arms of the chair away, she rose at his command and straddled his lap. With the tip o his cockney her enterance, Lily slid down amd sat comfortably on his lap, looking into his eyes, waiting for the command to ride him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 15:00:26</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4150706#msg4150706">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 19-01-2011, 05:22:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Moussad ~ with Madison Morn day 1 shower</strong><br><br>Madison was pushing back against him furiously as he was pumping into her. His hands on her hips bringing her against him over and over. He kissed her back each time. <br><br>Her rippling walls were choking his length. He was grunting to hold back but it was no good. There was something else going on he didn't want to think about. She was an infidel, a slave. He told himself that as he impaled her with his ready shaft.<br><br>"YES YES YES!!" He bellowed unable remember the english for cum.<br><br>He instantly forgot everything but how good she was feeling collapsing and swallowing his full length. How are why he didn't care. All he knew was the pressure of that lust and how ready he was to fire deep into her. He lunged into her with everything thing he had unable to stop the explosions that ripped into her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>Hungry. Forceful. Powerful. In control. Desire. These were all Madison could think of to describe Moussad and the feel of that final lunge into the depths of her womb. The high-pitched scream of her climax blocking out all other sound.<br><br>Time seemed to stand still as her juices squirted from her sex to coat her thighs as well as Moussad's legs and torso. Madison's eyes widened in horror. There hadn't been this much moisture the night before. In her mind she assumed she has just wet herself and him. Clueless to the fact that she had squirted her love juice.<br><br><br>Her body jerked and trembled even through the fear. It all felt too good and she planned to ride out the waves until he refused to let her continue. She felt whole and oh so full while her body jerked. Arms outstretched in fromtnofner, Madison's head hung between them. Here face an expression of bliss while his scalding sperm jetted into her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 17:17:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4150699#msg4150699">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 19-01-2011, 05:20:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Vern ~ with Evie morn day 1 bath</strong><br><br>Vern could feel her abused body trembling with trepidation and excitement. He wore a grin like a wild man. His eyes glowing dark and he licked his lips. Her flesh was warm from the tub. His cock hard and ready as he brushed her pussy against that angry cock head.<br><br>Without warning. Without a second more. Without any consideration he slammed her against his body.&nbsp; He felt that hard cock break open her slit. He bucked his hips hard as he gripped her ass cheeks. Groaning beast like as he pounded all the way into her in a paced that would have a stallion pawing the ground with jealousy. <br><br>"Yeah.. take all that cock slut!!" Vern growled as he hammered her soft walls.<br><br>He bent to her bowing her back wards. Keeping her off balance so she could take all of him. Her nipples perked within reach. He chewed a mouthful of her breast as he delivered the pistoning blows in shocking succession.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Evie ~ getting what she wanted....and more</strong><br><br>Evie knew he was going to take her.&nbsp; He was going to take her hard and she would scream and cum just for him.&nbsp; His eyes held her gaze, capitvated, locked in their chains.&nbsp; She moaned, and then cried as he swiftly lowered her and lifted himself, she felt him push into her, no time to stretch to take him, just pushed straight in, opening, forcing, claiming her in such an exquisite way.<br><br>He moved her, manipulated, pushed her back.&nbsp; She gasped, his rod of iron going even deeper into her wetness.&nbsp; His mouth found her breasts and she groaned as he feasted on her, moving her against him.&nbsp; She knew no one would ever be like him...."oh yes Master, please, hard, fuck me hard make me scream for you!!" She begged him, writhing against him, her legs locking around his waist...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 00:23:33</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ showering with Madison morn day 1</strong><br><br>There was the heat of his release with the heat of her touch. Her cries echoing against his animal sounds. Sharing this desperation that finally became waves that he rode with her. <br><br>Plunging and plunging and plunging inside the rolly coaster that clamped and seized around his shaft. Punishing his determination as she took everything he gave her.<br><br>She was fire and ice against his body. Solid and pliable at the same time. He drew a shallow breath. His sides heaving. Time had moved aside. It had gotten out of the way and left them alone. <br><br>He relaxed his grip on her from strangling to supporting.&nbsp; His head snuggled to hers. In that moment as the world shook back into place and he could almost think he whispered to her.&nbsp; One word. <br><br>"Jadim."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 00:24:08</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily morn day 1 office</strong><br><br>Tsade watched her moved from under the table. He smiled as she straddled him. His wet cock waiting for her. He watched her slowly descend and prayed he wouldn't shoot into her on the third stroke.<br><br>Buried to his rook inside molten walls of churning decadence, he groan. The first sound of pleasure he had made. She had earned it and the inside of his mouth was chewed up. No reason to add to his misery now that she was planted.<br><br>"The proper response is, Master may I please you now," His voice a croak from a deep well. <br><br>It was the only hint that she had heated his coals to a white hot char over the last two hours.&nbsp; If she responded correctly he might think about rewarding her.<br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 00:24:54</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ tumble washing Evie morn day 1 tub</strong><br><br>Vern slammed into Evie's softs depths with the fury of a hail storm. Grunting around her tits as he chewed her without mercy. Hell she was tight as a lid on a new can of glue.<br><br>Somehow in all the damn bubbled he'd gotten her arms behind her back.&nbsp; Caught two of his fingers around her wrists forcing her hands between her ass cheeks and the side of the tub. <br><br>He couldn't get a good swing on her thighs but he tried a couple of times. The splashing sprayed him with soap.&nbsp; He growled as it splattered his face and he fucked her one eyed after that.<br><br>His meat throbbing each time he rammed that tiny hole and he felt her scrape him. Nobody took all of him like that. He was just glad she didn't have teeth there. He'd damn sure have knocked them out. <br><br>It was all animal lust driving his cock head into her. He pinned her down against that tub and didn't care if she was breathing more bubbles than air. Heart pounding in his chest. Ramping up past the red warning line. <br><br>He said " CUM!"<br><br>Or he thought he said cum. But shit she was gulping air quickly the times he'd catch a glimps of her just above the bubbled. By the way his cock was stabbing the back side of her tonsils she ought to know she better cum by now.<br><br>Because ready or not. He crushed her against him and throttled into her like he was hammering rivets in steel as he bellowed.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 02:59:16</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>As she sat there, his groan said it all. She knew deep down she had him. Still Lily stayed stoic, looking deep in his eyes, drinking him in. There was a click, a connection. Innocent Lily felt more confident with him.<br><br>She leaned into him, her lips next to his ear. "Master may I please you now," she whispered soft into his ear. She was his little minx, his little slut in training. She didn't push her limits, she knew her place, but he also needed to know she was all woman and there to please him over and over any way he wanted her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 01:05:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4153739#msg4153739">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 20-01-2011, 00:23:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Moussad ~ showering with Madison morn day 1</strong><br><br>There was the heat of his release with the heat of her touch. Her cries echoing against his animal sounds. Sharing this desperation that finally became waves that he rode with her. <br><br>Plunging and plunging and plunging inside the rolly coaster that clamped and seized around his shaft. Punishing his determination as she took everything he gave her.<br><br>She was fire and ice against his body. Solid and pliable at the same time. He drew a shallow breath. His sides heaving. Time had moved aside. It had gotten out of the way and left them alone. <br><br>He relaxed his grip on her from strangling to supporting.&nbsp; His head snuggled to hers. In that moment as the world shook back into place and he could almost think he whispered to her.&nbsp; One word. <br><br>"Jadim."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Madison~ Day 1</strong><br><br>It would seem that time was at a standstill as they both had succumbed to the primal urges. Madison was mewling and there were sounds that were similar to a cat's purr.<br><br>Moussad's grip had loosened and her hips throbbed where his fingers had been previously crushing. Ever so slowly she worked to straighten her body, a&nbsp; feat that was hard to accomplish when there were still small tremors working through her.<br><br>The seconds ticked by but Madison remained oblivious, her erratic breathing returning to normal, making it easier to focus. It was then he spoke, the word as foreign as most of what he has said to her. "Ja-Jadim?" she asked curiously.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 01:11:34</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily morn day 1 office</strong><br><br>She asked permission. He was not lost to it. She impaled herself and asked permission to grip his cock deep inside her. He nuzzled her neck . His hands&nbsp; touching the play ground that was her body. Fingers thrumming against her clit.<br><br>His voice a rasp of a choked breath, "gooood!"<br><br>His hips lifted up seating his hard cock deeper. Another groan as he clenched her shoulders. Rubbing those nipple clamps against his shirt and jacket. He gulped air.<br><br>"YEs...."
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 03:03:17</strong>
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				<strong>Lily Pleasing her master</strong><br><br>She smiled as he said yes, even as the pain seared through her breasts because of the clamps. Lily went to work, riding up and down hid hard cock, enjoying the groans and moans he made as she rode him. <br><br>Her own pussy dripping wet, she clenched her muscles to milk him as she rode her masters shaft. She was becoming a pro at this in such a short time. Lily moaned and whimpered herself as she repeatedly pressed down on hid cock, pushing him further and further into her tight sex. "Oh sir, you feel so good, thank you for this." She began riding him faster, needy, wanting to feel his cock hit those hidden spots that would rock her body and bring her to a mind blowing climax, right there in his office chair.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 07:23:19</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison morn day 1 shower</strong><br><br>Moussad smiled as she straightened. He loathed it but pulled out of her. Hissing as the heat of her slipped off like a coat. Leaving his semi erect shaft damp and cool to the air. <br><br>His arms folding her close. Her question. The word. He gave her a nod of recognition. <br><br>"Ja-dim.. Jadim," He repeated but did not explain the meaning.<br><br>A slave could not be a lover. It could not be. She was a slave. He had been.... excited.<br><br>"Wipe quick quick! We go," He said instead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaws College:  Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 12:40:03</strong>
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				As he pulled out she couldnt help but feel a sense of emptiness. The light breeze in the room made her shudder while she continued to make sense of what had happened. One thing was certain. In Madison's mind she SHOULD be ashamed of the act she had just committed willingly, but for now she felt complete and and that she refused to feel ashamed for.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Jadim," she had repeated once more but without an English word to explain its meaning it was lost. Madison's expresession showed just how confunsed she was when she turned to Moussad. There was a box of tissues conveniently placed on a shelf just outside the shower. She plucked a few and wiped what little cum had leaked down her thigh before pulling a towel tightly around her body before offering one to the man. The slave wondered if that would be sufficient, but with the language barrier nothing was certain.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 21:50:02</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Lily morn day 1 the Chair</strong><br><br>Tsade had been holding back. He wanted to savor every single stroke. Hear her moan each time those clamp caught and tugged. But sweet jesus she was a quick learner.&nbsp; His hands gripped her hips as she pounding his cock deep inside her.&nbsp; <br><br>She was grinding then twisting up and he thought his head was gonna explode with all those jolts scraping down his cock. He reached up with one hand and removed a clamp. Cupped that breast to sear in the heat of it. <br><br>Groaning softly, so ready he couldn't hold back any more. The second clamp removed. His mouth where it had been. Chewed her breast deep in his mouth. He bucked up into her. Thick creme filled that barrel and stopped. <br><br>He cursed pulled her to his chest. Lifting from his seat. Pistoning in her as he brought her to the desk. <br><br>"CUM!" He growled and felt that churning pressure as he shot hot cum into her core.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 22:45:45</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>Her head was spinning with the way he made her feel. He had made her like this, eager to please him amd be pleased by him. <br><br>She sighed deeply as the first clamp was removed. The nipple still throbbing as he rubbed it, still it felt good to feel his touch soothing her. As the second one was removed, her threw her head back as his mouth covered her hot breast. "Oh god sir," she moaned so happy he had taken them off. <br><br>Her eyes grew wide as he stood from his chair and went to the desk. Christ he was damn incredible. As he barked his command, her body tensed, her arms holding him tight as she released over his cock only seconds before his own climax. He was her everything, her body was his and she was happy to let him take her as his over and over. <br><br>As she began to catch her breath, she whispered in his ear, "Thank you sir, thank you so much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 00:13:46</strong>
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				Moussad ~ Madison shower over morn day 1 <br><br>Moussad watched his woman's honest efforts. As she returned with a towel he grabbed her to him. Capturing her in the kind of kiss that was meant to own her. Tell her she was his as surely as any brand he would mark her body with. <br><br>There would never be any doubt she was his. Even when she thought there was. He slowly gave her back her feet. The towel still in her hand.<br><br>"You dry me," He told her and put his arms out from his sides. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 00:29:27</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ what about the tumble dry?</strong><br><br>Not only was he fucking the living daylights out of her, but he was also trying to drown her at the same time!!!<br><br>Evie coughed and splutered as she got mouthful after mouthful of water, her eyes closed tightly against the splashing, her mouth and nsoe kept going under and she had to struggle to take a breath...<br><br>But damn he was driving her insane with his animalistic force, his need...she could feel every inch of him, forcing into her deep, strecthing her and claiming her.&nbsp; She was so tight, so slick and she knew when told to her orgasm would tear through her like a tornado...<br><br>There?&nbsp; Was that him?&nbsp; Did he say come?&nbsp; She strained to hear, her body pounded hard, she heard it....she released and went under, taking a mouthful of water as she came, half drowning she writhed, splashing, sending water across the bathroom as her orgasm unleashed with unbeleivable force...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 01:21:22</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ dipping the ex-virgin</strong><br><br>She was so tight it was like shoving a pair of 13 wide feet into a size 8 narrow boot. She was a slut on the receiving end of his cock and he was shoving that bulldozer right into her chest with every brutal stroke. <br><br>His load shot gunned drowning inside her while he tried not to drown the outsides of her. He wasn't think clearly. He wasn't thinking at all. His brain took a vacation while that grunting cave dweller clubbed the fuck out of her tidy cunt until he was sure they were both dead.<br><br>Vern hung over the side of the tub with her under him in a twisted awkward way. His sides heaved as he found the strength to lift and sink back in the heat. There was no mistake. He was still nailed deep inside her. He knew cause he could tell every time she took a breath. Her stretch hole just about pinched his cock in half as she milked him.<br><br>"Next time, bubble bath after I fuck you," Vern told her between hisses and letting her rest on his chest.<br><br>"Other wise you'll be burping Palmolive for two day. Don't ask how I know." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 09:40:54</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily morn Day 1 office</strong><br><br>"You taste so very delicious," Tsade told her.<br><br>His arms around her as they sat together. Her body randomly clenching around his thick shaft. He rocked in the chair slowly. A lazy way to cool down as he held her. <br><br>She was warm to touch. His hand stroking her back as they took deeper breaths. This afternoon she had dance lessons. He'd take her there. For now they would need to freshen up. No need to smell like hot sex for lunch.<br><br>He twisted the chair to the right so that he could reach the com to the secretary. "I'll take lunch in my office today. Order the usual."<br><br>Tsade didn't wait for a reply. He click it off and kissed her tenderly. A thank you and your welcome.<br><br>"A few more minutes then into the bathroom," He told her motioning to the other door in the room. <br><br>"Bring back a warm wash cloth and a hand towel."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 13:50:57</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>It felt right, natural to be like this, her still holding to him, he still buried deep. She knew they couldn't spend all day this way, but just a few moments more was all she needed. She shivered at his touch, the touch she cherished and craved. <br><br>As he ordered lunch, she knew it would be time to move on to something else for the day. She wondered what "the usual" was for him, he was so refined so distinguished, it was&nbsp; probably something fancy and out of her league, something exotic she never tasted. <br><br>She nodded when he said She would be heading to the bathroom to begin cleaning up. After a few more moments Lily reluctantly slid off him and walked herself to the bathroom. She found a neat stack of towels in a cabinet. Taking a washcloth, she ran it under warm water and then grabbed a hand towel. She sauntered back out to him, and presented them to him. "Sir, your washcloth and towel." Lily giggled, she had just sounded like a maid or something, still she held them out for him to take and use.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 21:05:49</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>She seemed to know and lifted slowly revealing the soft cock she had beaten and stuffed in her body. His weapon sagged to one side happily. It was glistening with a fresh coat of Lily.<br><br>His hand slid of her hip as she rolled off his lap and turned. So much to enjoy watching he hardly knew where to start. The gentle sway of her hips as she danced toward the bath. The shifting of her shoulders as she lead with her tight nipples and graced him with each sensual step.<br><br>Provocative. Holding her head high and that slight breathless parting of her lips as she saw him. It made him feel different. Stronger. Primal. <br><br>He turned the chair to face her as she came around the desk. His hand out for the wash cloth. <br><br>"Hold the towel and straddle my legs." He said. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 01:53:36</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She watched as he turned to face her. He was a vision himself. So handsome, charming, very proper and in charge. She was lucky, she was his, the man that ran the place. Sure she knew that she could be replaced if her tired of her, and she prayed it would never happen.<br><br>She handed him the wash cloth and held the towel. She stood and straddled his legs once more wondering just what he had in store for her next. He always kept her on her toes and guessing that was for sure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 02:41:01</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4162873#msg4162873">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 22-01-2011, 01:21:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Vern ~ dipping the ex-virgin</strong><br><br>She was so tight it was like shoving a pair of 13 wide feet into a size 8 narrow boot. She was a slut on the receiving end of his cock and he was shoving that bulldozer right into her chest with every brutal stroke. <br><br>His load shot gunned drowning inside her while he tried not to drown the outsides of her. He wasn't think clearly. He wasn't thinking at all. His brain took a vacation while that grunting cave dweller clubbed the fuck out of her tidy cunt until he was sure they were both dead.<br><br>Vern hung over the side of the tub with her under him in a twisted awkward way. His sides heaved as he found the strength to lift and sink back in the heat. There was no mistake. He was still nailed deep inside her. He knew cause he could tell every time she took a breath. Her stretch hole just about pinched his cock in half as she milked him.<br><br>"Next time, bubble bath after I fuck you," Vern told her between hisses and letting her rest on his chest.<br><br>"Other wise you'll be burping Palmolive for two day. Don't ask how I know."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Evie ~ talk about a drowned rat</strong><br><br>Evie was puffing and panting as she seemed to swallow half the bath in the process of getting well and truly fucked by apeman.&nbsp; She still had no idea of his name, but then it didnt matter, she was to call him Master anyway.&nbsp; Why would she need his name?<br><br>She was coughing a little as she rested against him, glad to be safe on the island of his chest, his kisses were strange, they were strong, demanding but at the same time gentle.&nbsp; "You are some guy" she said to him, "are you always this randy?" she said, looking up at him, her hair soaking and her eyes sparkling.<br><br>"This was just the first step, we have the shower to try next, I want you to fuck me in the shower." She told him, her hand moving down to his balls and gently caressing them.&nbsp; She had the look of the devil in her gaze as she tilted her head, "I want you to fuck me in so many places, fuck me, claim me own me..." she purred and then kissed him on the lips soundly, her fingers still wrapped about his nuts...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 07:18:46</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with evie morn day 1 tub</strong><br><br>Vern let his little bitch talk as she lay against him. She was all spit and vinegar. Her telling him what they were and were not gonna do. Fortunately for her it fit into his plans. A few more minutes to let his cock bristle and it was already gettin prickly. And he's show her what a shower was for.<br><br>"Anyone ever tell you you're bossy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 17:18:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4162658#msg4162658">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 22-01-2011, 00:13:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Moussad ~ Madison shower over morn day 1 <br><br>Moussad watched his woman's honest efforts. As she returned with a towel he grabbed her to him. Capturing her in the kind of kiss that was meant to own her. Tell her she was his as surely as any brand he would mark her body with. <br><br>There would never be any doubt she was his. Even when she thought there was. He slowly gave her back her feet. The towel still in her hand.<br><br>"You dry me," He told her and put his arms out from his sides.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><strong>Madison~swept off her feet once again with Moussad after a shower Day 1</strong><br><br>He reached out and Madison had assumed he would take the towel, but then his arms went around her, pulling her slender form against him in a crushing kiss. A reminder of who she belonged to and who she served. There was never doubt. Even the night before she knew it. She just didn't know she knew.<br><br>She was Moussad's bitch, slave, girl, whatever it was he decided to title her with that was who Madison was.<br><br>Set on her feet, soft eyes lifting to meet his when he gwvethe command. Slowly she stepped to him, the towel spread in both hands. First his stomach and chest, then up over his shoulders, down his strong arms and back up. It was obvious that she was hesitant about going any lower, in a graceful, fluid twirl she was behind Moussad. The towel caressing his back while she hummed a little melody, her hips swaying to the song in her head. It was second nature to her and soon there was no avoiding the lower half of Moussad's body.<br><br>Dropping to one knee the towel grazed over the contours of his rear and then down first the left leg until all was dry, arms encircling his thigh so that his whole leg would be dried at once. Crossing to the right she repeated the process until nearly everything was dry.<br><br>Madison rose back to her feet, still humming and after wrapping her arms around Moussad's waist, cupped his manhood and sack in one hand while gently using the towel to finish the process. Her body pressed against him, much like a lover before finally pulling away. She was grateful to be behind him, to hide the crimson blush on her cheeks after being so bold.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 18:19:27</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Lily aka Ava just before lunch day 1 </strong><br><br>Tsade sat, warm wash cloth in hand. Dick semi erect coated with her juice. Lily spread fully open, sex gaping for his attention as she straddled him.&nbsp; Lunch just took on a whole new meaning.&nbsp; <br><br>His hand resting firmly on her hip. Letting her feel his control. The power of his touch. <br><br>"A little warm."<br><br>The wash cloth against her inner thigh slowly stroking upward. He look into her face as his hand moved into her. The heat of the cloth steaming in the office air. Now pressed against her lathered sex. Strolling over her lips. Opening her as the soft cloth separated those lips.<br><br>His mouth kissed just above her belly. His lips nibbled upward. Blazing a trail of excitement along her tight muscles as he worked to wipe their left over pleasure from her pussy.<br><br>"My,you were very wet. Have you ever cum that hard before?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 18:56:23</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ having fun for now</strong><br><br>Evie chuckled, "I've always been bossy." She said, not that many listened, she had usually ended up doing somehting silly to get the attention she craved.&nbsp; Silly, naughty and possibly dangerous.&nbsp; Evie had then turned loud, noisy, at times bitchy.&nbsp; "When you get ignored you tend to make your point heard." She told him, sitting up and looking at him, straddling his chest.<br><br>"I've never met anyone like you" she told him, "what's going to happen to me?&nbsp; I mean will I get sold, or turned over to someone else?" she wasnt sure what was going to happen to her.&nbsp; "I...I'm a bit scared."&nbsp; She admitted, dropping her gaze from him.&nbsp; She grabbed the Harley monogramed wash cloth, some soap and then began to wash his chest, "I've never really had anyone who wanted me." She said quietly, she had alwyas felt as if she was more a pest for her parents than a pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 19:23:20</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with the towel off from Madison Morn day 1 </strong><br><br>The toweling he could have done himself but that wasn't the point. She was his to serve him. All things came from him to her and she gave everything to him. Training. The kind of training that sunk in far better than a whip. <br><br>This kind of training she would look forward to every time they moved to a bath. Every time she saw a towel. <br><br>Her arms around him and her body against his. Soft sensual brushing against his back as she caress his cock and balls. He spread his legs wider, giving her access. His arm went behind to touch her. He could not longer be still with the attention and care she was giving him. <br><br>He sighed and his head rolled back as he pressed his cock into that towel. Once she had stopped. Her hands hovering. He twisted around to pull her against his chest. The towel in his hand as he wrapped it down her back.<br>His warming cock pressed between them. His arms folded around her as he snuggled with her. His hands rubbing the towel over her body as he kept her resting against him. They had to go or they would share a lazy day checking out the furniture in the bedroom. <br><br>He kissed her ear tenderly. Then her hair. His voice deep in the way of a lover and he pulled the towel from her curves of her body.<br><br>"Go the bed. Wear sarwee. Dress. Quick! Quick!" He said then repeated it properly in Aramaic for her to feel the way the words were put together.<br><br>But he was loath to let her leave his side.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:15:49</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Vern listened in the same way that a plant or snake listens, or possibly a camel listens as someone talks. Most of the words go by but never actually hit anything that makes a connection to intelligent life at all.&nbsp; Cro-Magnon, Vern had been called. He liked the sound of it. Like Connan on horse steroids. <br><br>That's how he was feeling now with this little bitch sitting on his chest and rubbing soap in his fur. It tickled kinda. A sensation he didn't get much of but was starting to like a lot.&nbsp; <br><br>Vern responded to what he understood. It was Vern. Other people had to deal with it cause he was too damn big to take on in a fair fight. <br><br>"You should be scared ah me," He told her as he rolled his head back to rest on the edge of the tub.<br><br>"Cause I'm gonna beat you and fuck the hell out of you. Do what ever I want with you. Except sell you. You ain't gettin off that easy."<br><br>He felt her tiny hands working the soap in with the wash cloth. <br><br>"Yeah right there... lil to the left.. yeah. Rub harder." <br><br>His forehead wrinkled.&nbsp; A sure sign he had a thought.&nbsp; Suddenly he grabbed her hand like he'd snatch up a fly and brought her fingers close enough for him to see the nails. <br><br>Soapy. He blew off the bubbled and squinted. <br><br>"Stop bitin your fuckin nails. I want to feel some claws on my back when I fuck you. I want you fighting and clawing. You got that, lil bitch?"&nbsp; Vern growled then put her hand back on his chest.<br><br>"Start practicing," He told her and closed his eyes hoping he'd get a decent chest scrub without using a steel bristled brush.<br><br>&nbsp;He had a ton of them in a large box on the other side of the tub because the bristles bent after a couple of strokes.&nbsp; Cheap Chinese shit.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 22:11:53</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>Her knees began to go weak as he used the wash cloth on her. She closed her eyes as he meticulously cleaned her, making sure not to miss a spot, the warmth of the cloth made Lilly get aroused once more. Something she would need to learn to control, but he made it so difficult to resist. <br><br>She answered his questing with a breathy sigh, "No sir, you are the only one who has had me, I have never experienced anything other than at your command." Lily blushed, she was such and innocent flower that he had opened up and she was enjoying every second of it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 23:15:27</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ with Vern in the bath</strong><br><br>She knew as he spoke she should be scared of him, he was a brutal violent man who would enjoy hurting her frequently.&nbsp; She couldnt stop a buzz of excitement ripple through her.&nbsp; She couldnt help it, he excited her.&nbsp; She was so releived he wasn't going to sell her, she was already growing quite fond of him, as strange as that may seem.<br><br>Following his instructions she worked on his chest, rubbing, washing, enjoying the way it felt to sit on him, knowing he could break her in a simple snap.<br><br>When he grabbed her hands and inspected her nails she blushed, ashamed of the fact she ahd bitten them down badly.&nbsp; She had since she was about 8.&nbsp; She knew it wasnt going to be easy to stop.&nbsp; But she would try.<br><br>When he told her he wanted her to scratch him she frowned, put the wash cloth aside and then began to scratch him, but having no nails made it hard.<br><br>She wasnt sure if it was what he wanted, but she tried to scratch him, she tried to make him happy.&nbsp; She wasnt sure but she wanted him to be pleased with her...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 00:15:10</strong>
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				<strong>Madison with Moussad Day 1</strong><br><br>He dried her, much in the way she had done to him. Madison was grateful when Moussad had pulled her close. It had given her a chance to compose herself. It was over almost as quickly as it began and soon he was telling her to go dress in something called a sarwee. Now she was very confused.<br><br>Madison moved to exit the bathroom and paused, looking back at Moussad. His words in Aramiac sounded so much better than when she had attempted it. "Sarwee?" It was clear that she didn't know what it was and silently she hoped hebwould come help her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 00:36:53</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~with Evie tub scratching morn day 1</strong><br><br>Vern rolled back a little more as his tiny slave girl got busy making a dent in his furry chest. It was a start. But..<br><br>He sighed. "Alright alright!"<br><br>He folded her against his chest with one large arm and leaned up to one side. It was at his finger times and took three times before he snagged to box. Digging around he found one that seemed like she could handle it.<br><br>"There we go," He said settling back in the steaming water, she'd have to work on that too but it was a start.<br><br>He shoved the wooden handle of the steel bristle brush in her palm then relaxed again. <br><br>"Try that!" He said and close his eyes to really enjoy a good scrubbing. Although he had to admit he did like those fingers combing his chest coarse hair.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 00:37:24</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade with Lily lunch office day 1</strong><br><br>"Everything you get from me you earn or I choose it. Punishment. Pleasure. It all comes from me. There will be things you don't want. That will come from me as well. Accept what I bring you. Accept all of it and your life will be very exciting.""Lunch will be later, much later. We have many things for you to begin doing. Tomorrow will be a full schedule for you but today we are trying thing to see how well you do."He moved his hand. "Now kneel and lick my cock clean. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 00:38:09</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad with Madison morn Day 1 dressing</strong><br><br>"Okay Okay," Moussad said and came to her. <br><br>It was not an excuse to touch her again. He was a man of god who did not need to stoop to excuses. His hand across her lower back to rest on her hip to keep her tight against him to prevent a fall. Which could happen at any time. The carpet did not have a proper rug thrown over it so anything was possible as they made their way to the bed.<br><br>He held up the top. A low cut rounded neck that began at the rise of her breasts. The sleeves were just off her shoulders and the length was just under her breasts. Spandex material.&nbsp; It could have fit a five year old. <br><br>Women's things were so hard to gage. It should fit her. Or stretch out enough to fit. It was certainly going to mold to her body. Which in Ghassom opinion was ideal. <br><br>The skirt was a warp around that went to the floor. He showed her that as well and hoped she knew how to tuck it in. It came with instructions but it was in english so he hadn't a clue.<br><br>But he grinned as he held the top up for her to put on like he actually understood the whiles of a woman.&nbsp; Everything she would need to know he would explain twice. Once in english and the second time in Aramaic. <br><br>"Okay Okay... put she up!" He told her and again told her to put the top on in a way he understood.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 15:32:00</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She listened to him intently. Everything given to her by him. She nodded, she knew he was in charge of her life now. She knew he would give her everything she dreamed of as long as she obey him to the letter. As he told her to lick is cock, Lily quickly got down on her knees and did just that. <br><br>Sher lips encircled him, tasted of their coupling, making sure to clean every sweet inch of his wonderful shaft. She would make him proud of her, proud that he took her on, and would never disappoint him no matter what. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 16:48:27</strong>
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				<strong>Evie with Vern</strong><br><br>Evie looked at the wire brush and frowned as she took it in her hand.&nbsp; "You want me to....with this?" she asked him, but it was obvious he did as he settled back in the water.<br><br>She begun tentatively, not wanting to hurt him, but she had to admit the coarse hair on his chest was almost like animal fur.&nbsp; She really got to work then, he seemed to just love it rough.&nbsp; That made her giggle as she continued to work the brush over his large chest.&nbsp; "Is that what you wanted Master?" she asked him, wriggling her sex down him until she was settled over his cock.&nbsp; She moved against him as she scrubbed, teasing his cock as she worked his chest.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaws College:  Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 19:09:58</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ dressing with Moussad</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It was a good thing that he came to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. This made her feel secure, a monumental difference from the reaction she had had when she had first encountered Moussad the day before. Madison was definitely relieved that Vern hadn't stayed. He was a ruthless asshole.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The trip to th bedroom was uneventful and when Moussad held up the top her face paled. Never had she worn something so- so revealing. It was ridiculous to be ashamed to where such a thing when nudity was already something Madison was accustomed to. The spandex stretched as it was pulled over her head and placed properly. It was something her family never would have approved of. The skirt took a few tries but soon it hugged her hips and flowed to the floor. Satisfied with the way it looked at her and did a spin for Moussad seeking his approval.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 05:24:47</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade groaned as she mouthed him. His fingers thru her hair enjoying the feel of her tongue on his soft cock. She was taking care to clean him properly. His fingers lifting her chin. He pressed his lips to her in a tender kiss.<br><br>"Up and to the door," He told her, "It's time for some exercise."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 05:26:21</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ Madison dressing morn day 1</strong><br><br>Moussad with pleased. She was a beauty. Her eyes shown and the colors of the sarwee and Khamlee accented her curves without saying slut.&nbsp; He grinned and put his hand to his cheek in approval.<br><br>“Yes yes,” Moussad exclaimed. <br><br>He slipped into the baggy pants and long jacket of his people. The large red and white patterned ghutra was placed on his head so that the back hung down and the sides were tucked neatly under the black double cords of the iqal that rested around his head.<br><br>He took her hand in his, “We go!”<br><br>It was a direction as he lead the way out of the bed room. He brought her to an open&nbsp; area with rugs and a fireplace. There was a small spit and brazier on the hearth. As if it were more than decorative.&nbsp; Large pillows were stuffed high in a corner. He kept moving to the front door. <br><br>They would eat at noon when they returned. It was time to take her to see Mr. Fritz.<br><br>He reached for the leash on a hook by the door. below them a set of manacles. He would need them also.<br><br>“Hands,” He said as he turned back to her. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 05:27:49</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ Bathin an a back scrub with Evie</strong><br><br>Finally, someone who knew what they were doin. Vern grunted in approval as she scrubbed his chest. Now that felt good, he thought. <br><br>There was something else that felt good.&nbsp; It felt so good Vern opened one eye to look. Yep, that little minx was stroking her pussy on his cock. Felt good. Felt real good. <br><br>He groaned again and moved under her. “Well, you gonna take all day or you gonna start shovin that pussy down on my cock?”<br><br>Vern had plans that he was lookin forward to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 15:11:32</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She took great pride in cleaning him properly. She was surprised when he told her to head for the door for exercise. Didn't she look fine as she was? Lily worried that maybe she wasn't thin enough for him. She pouted once more, and rose from the floor. <br><br>Lily walked slowly to the door, and stood there, "Ready when you are sir." She didn't like where this was going, but he was the boss, so she obeyed him no matter what.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaws College:  Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 17:03:58</strong>
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				Madison was starving, never had she gone loner than a day without food and right about now she was close to day three. How she had managed to not be weakened was a shock, but soon the very muscles she built from dancing would deteriorate, or so she assumed. Every time he spoke it was in English the Aramaic. Even if she didn't verbally repeat she did so mentally. Perhaps she could teach him as he taught her, of course Moussad would have to want to learn for Madison to be successful. Hesitantly her hands were moved in front of her, fear knotting her empty stomach. Had she done something wrong? Already she associated pain and punishment with the manacles but it had the potential to be worse if she fought. "Where are we going?" she asked quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 21:40:46</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ lily noon day 1 office</strong><br><br>Tsade made a final memo then logged off the desk screen. He rose from the desk and moved where she stood. His finger to the ring at her neck. He clipped the leash then cuffed her wrists in front of her. <br><br>He looked her over one more time before turning his back and opening the door, "Come."<br><br>There was no ceremony. The secretary gave him salutations as he walked past her desk and out his office door.&nbsp; It was thru the check points to he elevator. Down to Level 3. Around the Aquarium, the round about which was heavy with foot traffic. <br><br>They were moving inside a wave of people down a long hall way. Other sounds filled the hall as they passed entrances to other places. There was even the sound of barking at some point. All of which he ignored as he kept going straight for what seemed like twenty minutes. <br><br>The sign ahead read Department of Dance. He turned there. Mr. Throckbottle would be waiting.<br><br>Tsade did not care if she knew how to dance. Mr. Throckbottle was see that she could. Tsade pushed open the one side of a double door. Once inside he turned and removed the cuffs from Lily's wrist but left her on the leash.<br><br>The room had a mirror down the length.&nbsp; A bar along the mirror and three rows of four girls across. The music was blaring and a tall thin man sporting a cardigan tired by the sleeve round his neck clapped his hands together as he call out above the fast music.<br><br>"One-and-two-and-step-and bend-and- Jullian head! Rachael arabesque!"<br><br>It went well for six beats then seemed to fall apart as the dancers hesitated and stumbled into one another trying to remember what came next.&nbsp; The dance Master ran to the box on the stool<br><br>"STOPPPP!!" he howled. <br>It was silent but for the panting. "Take five!"<br><br>It was then that Tsade cleared his throat. Mr. Throckbottle turned in the way a pole dancer pivots, toward the sight of money.<br><br>"Mr. Tsade! Always a pleasure," Humphrey Throckbottle said, critically eyeing the object at the end of the man's leash.<br><br>"Hello Choreographer,"Tsade replied holding out Lily's leash. <br><br>"Ahh... a new pupil," Humphrey said and dashed to the girl. <br><br>He whipped out a red permanent marker from his pocket and squatted at her feet. Several strokes with the marker on each of lily's feet. He stood and pointed at his work. <br><br>"L is for left foot. R is for right foot." Throckbottle told her. "Call me Mr. Throckbotttle and stand in the middle of the first line facing me when I call the girls back to practice."<br><br>Then he released her leash from her collar and held the end out to Tsade.<br><br>"She will be ready for pick up in two hours," Humphrey informed Tsade. "Or shall I have her brought to you?'<br><br>Tsade's eyes narrowed almost imperceptively as he took the now empty other end of the leash. <br><br>"I'll return for her," Tsade said as if this was not a problem and then he left. <br><br>Lily was now in Mr. Throckbottle's skilled hands.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 21:41:28</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ Madison morn day 1 </strong><br><br>Moussad grinned as he cuffed her wrists. <br><br>"We go song man Mr. Fritz," He told her. "Next one eating."<br><br>His hand brushed her cheek tenderly as he clipped her leash in place. The door opened and he motioned for her to follow in Aramaic.<br><br>"Come," He said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 22:13:30</strong>
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				<strong>Evie with Vern</strong><br><br>Evie could feel his cock growning hard as she worked on it with her sex.&nbsp; She was scrubbing his chest, working on her own excitement, rubbing her cunt and clit against his cock and coarse hair.&nbsp; She was already hot for him, it was as if she couldnt get enough of him. She was addicted to the brute.<br><br>When he told her to shove her pussy onto his cock she grinned and leant forward, kissing him as she lifted her hips, feeling his shaft stand to attention.&nbsp; She experimented with her position, moving her hips and then when she felt his head rubbing her slit she impaled heself on him, sinking him deeply into her cunt.&nbsp; Her cry of pleasure filled the bathroom.<br><br>She moved on him as she scrubbed.&nbsp; Her motions and movements worked together and she was soon panting, damn he made her so hot, so aroused...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 22:23:31</strong>
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				<strong>Lily going to dance class</strong><br><br>She came as he told her to, still two paces behind him every time. She followed him past the aquarium, and then through the busy halls. She turned her head sharply, Was that a dog? Lily brushed it off as he kept moving her to her destination. <br><br><em>Department of Dance</em>, Lily smirked to herself, cake walk. Her mother had been a dancer, although not professional, and wanted Lily to follow in her footsteps. She walked in and saw the room. It was bigger than any studio she had seen before. The barre looked like it was mahogany, rich and deep. Obviously no expense was spared in the construction on this room.<br><br>She watched as the dancers, some of them knew what they were doing, others did not, stumbled over each other at one point. She kept her eyes down as the teacher approached and Tsade spoke with him. She was in shock that he wrote on her feet! Christ she knew her left from her right, were some girls really that bad? Now she had red marker on her feet and did not like that at all. <br><br>Lily nearly burst out laughing at his name. she bit her lip and stifled it as hard as she could. "Yes of course Sir. " She couldn't do it, if she said his name she would have lost it. Her leash was released and she saw Tsade leave. Two hours, she would have to wait two hours to see him. Oh well, hopefully it would fly by. <br><br>Lily moved into line and looked at the teacher, "What position are we starting in sir?" she wanted to be prepared and not make the same mistake she made with Fritz. Lily would dance and not care who watched her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaws College:  Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 00:37:03</strong>
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				Song man. That had to be a voice instructor or whatever it wads they called it. Maybe the manacles weren't always going to lead to terrifying things. With the leash clipped onto her collar, the same damned collar her teacher back at Lady Shaw's had placed around her neck, Madison followed. There was no other option. There were so many questions left unanswered. where was Evie? And what happened to sweet Lily? Taking a chance she spoke up, "Are my friends still here?"<br><br>Madison nuzzled her cheek against his palm and smiled, taking careful steps behind Moussad who was leading her out of the room that seemed to be much larger than it had the night before. Lucky for Madison. The tight wrap of the skirt didn't get in the way, back home the longer the skirt the better, so even if he were to break into a run, she would be sure to follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 00:53:17</strong>
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				<strong>Humphrey Throckbottle ~ with Lily aka Ava</strong><br><br>Humphrey like this girl already. Manners. Smart. Very clever girl indeed.<br><br>"First position...." Throckbottle hadn't gotten her name. "I shall call you girl until I see how well you follow directions. Perhaps in a few days you will have earned a name."<br><br>"For now just try to follow along. Do your best." He didn't have much hope of her success. It was a very difficult layering. <br><br>A tall blonde came to stand beside her. She whispered softly, "Stay with me."<br><br>Humphrey put his hands together and clapped. The sound that came from that union sounded like two pieces of wet paper pulled apart. Almost a sickly slurping.<br><br>&nbsp;"Come along. Places. Places Everyone!"<br><br>Throckbottle glided to the stool and hovered a finger over the start button.<br><br>"One and two and ..." There was a beat for several phrases giving the tempo then the rest of the orchestra joined in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 00:55:03</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie the tub sort of</strong><br><br>Vern watched her swallow that cock until she was panting. Finally he got a good scrubbing. He tossed the brush into the can by the sink. His fingers reached out and snagged a nipple to pull her to his lips. <br><br>He captured her lips in that hard kiss and grabbed her ass cheeks in the palm of his hand. She was still vibrating as he rose from the water. Her impaled on that big stiff cock as he walked her to the bed. <br><br>"I'm gonna fuck yah, real hard," He growled and tossed her to the bed.<br><br>His hand reaching out for two sets of manacles. <br><br>"Show me your back," He told her, "Turn around on your knees and reach for your ankles. Stick your ass in the air."<br><br>He was gonna cuff her, wrist to ankle then spread her legs wide. Fuck her while he had all kinds of access to her. <br><br>His cock at attention and already dripping with her juice. "Hurry up or I'll just cram this cock into anything that looks like a hole!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 01:54:04</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ fuck yeah!!!</strong><br><br>Evie giggled as he lifted her out of the water.&nbsp; it cascaded from her like a waterfall and she wriggled her hips, feeling him nestled deeply in her sex.&nbsp; There was something about Vern that just made her giddy.<br><br>As he carried her across the room she bounced on him, groaning as his cock worked in and out of her.&nbsp; She complained when he threw her on the bed.&nbsp; "Master.....thats not fair" she pouted.<br><br>She didnt waste any time though when he told her to move and get ready.&nbsp; She wanted him to fuck her...and fuck her soo hard.<br><br>Arse up, forehead down, her hands gripped her ankles, she moaned, her body his.&nbsp; "Please please Master fuck me , fuck me so hard I cant walk properly." She begged him, her desire and need for him was driving her crazy.....she was definitely his slut...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 15:19:07</strong>
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				<strong>Lily/Ava in dance class</strong><br><br>She almost rolled her eyes. He was going to call her "girl", not very flattering or personal, but then she was only another student to him. <br><br>Lily looked at the girl and nodded, she wondered just how difficult the combination was going to be. Once the music started, Lily began to try to mimic the movements of the girl, she caught on, fairly quickly since there were only four steps that were repeated over and over! <br><br>Lily could not figure why the other girls were having such a hard time. Did they not have rhythm? Lily kept her eye om=n the blonde and in a matter of minutes Lily was matching her step for step. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 06:50:04</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ Dancing with the Slaves</strong><br><br>“Okay,” the girl beside Lily whispered. “Its going to be a 14-step hip hop sequence, two allegros in the middle, a second batteleria with a pirrouette, a running high kick left then into a double illusion. That’s were we seem to really fall apart. There’s suppose to be a crawling split, then mirror two barrel jumps, with a calypso and a toe rise to a fouette and kneel.”<br><br>“Stay with me, let’s have some fun,” She said as she picked up the beat, “Now.”<br><br>The&nbsp; music and the girl beside Lily took off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 06:51:35</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ doing the earth quake on the bed</strong><br><br>Vern’s hand came back and caught her ass with his fingers. It was a warming slap as he gripped her hip. His hand around his cock as he pulled her to him. <br><br>“You like that don’t you slut!” Vern growled cause he liked doing it to her.<br><br>His cock head banging against her tender tight slit. He drove her back on him forcing her open as he shoved that long thick cock in deep. <br><br>He groaned as that silk grove gripped him. He pulled her up against his chest. She was kneeling with her back against his course chest. His other hand came snapping down across her mound. Stinging flesh and soft clit as he pounding into her cunt from behind her. <br><br>“Take it all, bitch!!&nbsp; Grip that cock! Grip it!!” He barked ramming her over and over as he spanked her pussy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 01:52:33</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ shake, rattle and FUCK YEAHH</strong><br><br>Evie loved the way he took her hard.&nbsp; There was no mercy in his ownership of her, she just had to accept and do.&nbsp; Something she was learning fast, and enjoying immensely.&nbsp; His cock stretched her, his thrusts drilled into her and his grunts ignited her.&nbsp; She was on fire for him like tinder to a torch.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, yes I like it, fuck I love it.&nbsp; I love it hard Master, hard deep, rough.&nbsp; Force your cock in me, force that beast deep inside my belly" she screamed as she pushed back, she was forcing herself back with such power, loving the way it felt, how she felt him so very deep inside her.&nbsp; She was gonna cum so hard for him.&nbsp; She would wait, get permission and then erupt like a geyser.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 15:53:08</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, are you kidding?</strong><br><br>OK after hearing the combination, she knew this guy was nuts. Most of those steps shouldn't have been done so close to each other. No wonder the girls were having problems! AS the music picked up, even someone as talented as Lily goofed at the, what was it, crawling split? Ok was that even a real step? It was nothing her mother every taught her. Still Lily tried, then looked at the teacher with a look of frustration. It was obvious that this guy wanted them to be on a professional level, even as some girls had never had a lesson in their lives. This was not going to be an easy day at all.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 01:17:53</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ doing Evie so hard&nbsp; her eye balls would be floating with cum</strong><br><br>Vern was ramming his cock violently into his bitch's tight young cunt. Driving it&nbsp; home as his fingers dug into the grip that swollen clit and squeeze hard. Hammering into her enough to have her ricochet off the pounding like an echo. <br><br>His bloated balls slapping her thighs as he roared. Pulled her hair back. Clenched her breast and bellowed.<br><br>"NOW!"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 01:19:17</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ the test for Lily</strong><br><br>It was all Throckbottle could do to keep from weeping openly. There were two who had potential.&nbsp; However, he was not performing miracles today. They had something the others lacked. The new one and the blonde could count. <br><br>Humphrey thought of it as a marginal good beginning. It would take years but he was sure he could fashion dancers out of them.&nbsp; The others would be sliding up and down a pole. <br><br>Throckbottle hit the stop button. It was a mercy killing. His hands slapping together in a head on collision much like several of those who had tried to perform the dance. Sound ended as those in the dog pile tried to untangle from each other.<br><br>"Take five!" He said. "Drink water while I have a little sulk." <br><br>"When I return we will try something different!"&nbsp; He said in that peppy cheerleader coach fashion. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 19:37:02</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Mr. Bottle opener</strong><br><br>Lily thought this guy was crazy, probably some poor wanna be Broadway star that never quite made it. He was a caricature, one of those guys you just knew had to settle for his second best dream, and was faking his happiness. <br><br>Lily sat with the blonde girl, "Hi I'm Ava. This guy is a piece of work, huh? I swear, I don't think he realizes some of the stuff he's doing is just all made up." Lily giggled and sat there watching him as he stood there rubbing his temples. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 02:36:13</strong>
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				<strong>Evie with Animal</strong><br><br>Evie was making&nbsp; alot of noise as he pounded her cunt.&nbsp; She yelped and cried out, her body bouncing under him.&nbsp; But damn she was loving it, she wanted him to do this, to claim her to own her to make her his and only his...<br><br>"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK" she screamed, "yes, yes thats it, oh god yes Master, harder more, hurt me" she was panting, eyes closed as she felt him bury himself so deep in her wetness.&nbsp; She knew she was gone, no man would ever be like Him.<br><br>There was no finess in the man, he was all animal.&nbsp; And Evie was loving it.&nbsp; She groaned and grunted, moving with him, the sound of flesh against flesh loud in the room.&nbsp; Then he bellowed "NOW" and she exploded happily as he fucked her, her orgasm launching her into outer space as she gushed across his pistoning dick....<br><br>"Oh fuck yeah..." she whispered as the effects of her orgasm sent shivers through her body...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 01:12:21</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbotttle ~ with Lily et al</strong><br><br>The other girl smiled, "Jewel," and rolled her eyes in the direction of Humphrey.<br><br>She bent to speak in hushed tones quickly between giggles. "It was probably from one of his nightmares. So Ava, do you have an owner yet or what?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 02:59:36</strong>
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				<strong>Lily/Ava with Jewel</strong><br><br>She bit back a giggle herself. She liked this girl Jewel, yet Lily wondered what her real name was or if that was indeed her real name. <br><br>"Oh yes, Mr. Tsade owns me. He seems very important around here. How about you? Do you have an owner yet?" the conversation seemed a bit odd to Lily, but this was her life now, she was indeed owned and would be for the rest of her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 07:10:50</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ abusing Evie</strong><br><br>Vern was half a stroke behind Evie when he gripped those hips and beat that cock into her soft insides. He stuck that throbbing head as far as her tight hole would allow and roared.She gripped him hard as he fired several loads into her. His bellows echoed in the room.&nbsp; His hands never leaving her body. He pulled her head back and thrust his tongue deep in her mouth. Taking her in as many holes as he could think to use all at once.&nbsp; He didn't stop fucking her until he'd gotten semi erect again and she was only clamping once in a while. He kept her against his chest as he pulled out of her mouth. His cock slipping from her tight slit."You're a hot little cunt," Vern told her. "I'm gonna fuck you in chains. Make sure you know you're my bitch." He released the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. His hand gave her a light slap across the cheek."Clean that cock with your mouth, yah fuck bunny," He growled.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 18:56:03</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ with Lily, Ava and Jewel</strong><br><br>"So you're the one," Jewel whispered. "We'd heard The Grand Master finally had someone. Most aren't owned here. They're up for auction. But I'm like you."<br><br>"Sadly," Jewel said and tossed her head towards Throckbottle.<br><br>The man was rubbing his temple with one hand and breathing into a paper bag.<br><br>"I'm his," she said with a sigh. <br><br>Her hand went on Lily's, "While he's preparing for more did you want to try a few reasonable steps just for fun?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 19:05:46</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison</strong><br><br>"Friends?" Mousad said as he tugged on her leash. "Come Come. Maybe see."<br><br>He stepped out the door and expecting her to follow. They were headed for Mr. Fritz music department by way of the elevator once past security. <br><br>Security stared at Madison. It wasn't just how she was dressed or that she wore clothes. It was how she moved in what she wore. The two men exchanged looks. One stepped towards her but Moussad put his hand on the curved hilt of his dagger and inserted himself between them and her. <br><br>"You want I give you new way to breath. I make short cut in throat, yes?"<br><br>They weren't intimidated. Not like Vern did. They were simply not interested in a fight with a guy wearing his jammies, a house coat and a towel on his head. Those kind were very unpredictable. <br><br>The security motioned Moussad and his bitch past. but they watched her with eyes full of desire all the way to the elevator.<br><br>"Go down now," He told her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 20:52:14</strong>
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				<strong>Madison with Moussad morning day 1</strong><br><br>It would seem Moussad hadn't even thought of the other girls he had helped Vern kidnap fro<br>&nbsp;Lady Shaws. Charlotte was lucky to have gotten away, the treatment probably would have made her snap as it was much worse here compared to when she had been in the Glass House.<br><br>Without hesitation Madison followed Moussad from the room and down the hall. Her hips swayed sensually without any effort on Madison's part, her average sized breasts accentuated in the spandex top and looked larger. She wasn't surprised by the look of lust in the eyes of the security, but they certainly did widen in fear when she heard the threat from Moussad. Suddenly she didn't feel so safe and wondered what would happen were she to cross him.<br><br>Madison shuddered visibly and stumbled forward, the pull of the leash keeping her close to the "raghead". They approached the elevator and she pressed the down button seeing as he hadn't and waited quietly. Her thoughts went back to the night before, the days before she met Vern, to the very first day at Lady Shaw's when she had earned a punishment with little effort with the teacher who would have guided her through her education. Mr. Blackstone had strapped her down to his desk and struck her ass, thighs, and back a total of twenty times with the cat of nine. That was pain paled in comparison to the fire the whip had&nbsp; set on her body when chained wide open in front of Moussad, Vern, and later Moussad's brother Khamal. Her head shook at the memory of the cruel brother who had fucked her virgin as ruthlessly after whipping her until she came.<br><br>Madison remembered now why she had felt safe with Moussad and calmed as they stepped onto the elevator. Even if she slipped up there were ways to make amends so long as she could sing and dance. That was her saving grace and keep her breathing. All she had to do was follow instructions and see this song man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 06:04:59</strong>
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				<strong>Lily/Ava with Jewel and Throttle Rocket</strong><br><br><br>"Grand Master? I knew he was important, but the head of all this? Wow"&nbsp; It was now starting to settle with Lily just how lucky she was to be picked as Tsades slave. She felt honored, she smiled and was lost in a thought for a moment. <br><br>When Jewel said she was owned be Nervous Nelly, Lily just shook her head, "What did you do so wrong to deserve that!" Jewel was so sweet, but wondered how she endured a man like that. <br><br>"Sure we can go over a few steps," Lily got up and began to stretch out a bit more before doing some Pique turns.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 18:10:12</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad with Madison in the elevator Morn Day 1</strong><br><br>A group of three men came around to the lift as the door began to close. Large men. Bigger than Moussad.&nbsp; These men wore clothes of pipe fitters and had iron forearms but they stopped when they saw Moussad and didn't enter. Eyes wary with respect on their faces. One of them was sporting a green and blue tinge on the right cheek eye. <br><br>When the doors close he was alone with Madison. Moussad turned to her. Pressed his body against her, pinning her to the wall of the elevator. His hand cupping a breast as he pulled her to him for a long hard kiss. A claiming kiss. A kiss meant for her lips and her body to know how much he wanted her.<br><br>He broke it off just as the elevator open and not a moment earlier. Releasing her, he stepped forward to exit.<br><br>"Come," he said and turned left towards the Music Department and Mr. Fritz.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 18:11:11</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle with Ava and Jewel</strong><br><br>Jewel couldn't help but grin. Someone who could wanted to dance. <br><br>"Here's what I've got so far," she said moving to a space to give her room.<br><br>She moved as she spoke.<br><br>"Step back with the right foot and bring the left in with a hop. Elbows are out and the wrist move toward each other like putting on a coat."<br><br>She was turned 90 degrees to the right.<br><br>"Next, left foot back turning 90 degrees to the left and a little locking."<br><br>She faced the other direction her wrists rolling in circles. <br><br>"So that's left and right turns. Then a little of old school. Hop right, left behind right. Elbows up in a block. Twist back and come around with the right leg behind."<br><br>&nbsp;Into robotic hand twist with the flat pan. <br><br>"So it looks like this, five, six, seven, eight.."<br><br>And she put it all together. It had momentum but ended abruptly.<br><br>But I can't seem to get anything really going. It's like it sticks, any ideas?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 19:53:02</strong>
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				<strong>Madison with Moussad in the elevator Morn Day 1</strong><br><br>Seeing the three men, Madison had backed up into the farthest corner of the elevator to give them room and glanced curiously when they didn't enter. If it weren't for the look in their eyes and the bruise on one man she would have never understood it but now she did. What had happened between these large men and Moussad to instill that amount of fearful respect?&nbsp;<br><br>Without thinking Madison's arms had flown up in defense, a small shriek filling the elevator before the kiss claimed her. Arms fell to her sides before travelling up his sides. She hadn't realized they had stopped until Moussad broke the kiss. Soft whimpers escaped her lips and she pouted, feeling hot and empty.<br><br>Out the elevator and to the left Madison followed on shaky legs. She glanced at the sign for the music department and smiled, watching the different girls in various stages of dress being led in a similar fashion as herself. Now the manacles and leash made sense as she walked behind him silently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 21:08:09</strong>
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				<strong>Evie with Vern</strong><br><br>Evie was lost.&nbsp; Already she had been ruined for any other man.&nbsp; Vern fucked her hard, deep and with determination.&nbsp; She knew she would never cum as hard or need another like she needed him.&nbsp; She moaned as he filled her with his cum, her body his to command and abuse.&nbsp; She loved how he used her, took what he wanted.&nbsp; She felt alive in a totally new way.<br><br>When he undid her cuffs she slipped from the table and crawled the short way to him.&nbsp; She wasted no time taking him in her mouth and cleaning him, using her tongue and mouth to get him hard again.&nbsp; She sucked hard, licking, clenaing, serving him....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 18:26:45</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She watched Jewels combination and knew just what to add. "Why not a helicopter or a scissor leap? You need something big to finish it. One of those steps should complete it. " <br><br>Lily was quite impressed with Jewel, and hoped they could be friends since she had lost all hope of seeing Evie or Maddi again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 21:49:06</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~with Madison</strong><br><br>The taste of her kiss still on his lips as they walked down the busy corridor. The place was alive with slaves and trainers on the move. It was an activity that filled the different sections, divided the flow of traffic and had the main vein of human cargo spiraling off into different areas. <br><br>Moussad turned left. The sign read Department of Music. The sounds of cries and whimpers could be heard as they passed certain doors. Certainly characteristic of kennels. But there were other sounds. Sounds of rich bass and tenor. Soprano and alto voices tripping along as melody rang out. All in different tempos and music. It was a collage of songs that seemed to send the feet moving forward toward a goal.<br><br>Moussad stood before a double door. The sign read music room 5. He gave Madison's chain a tug. <br><br>"Come," He said and pushed the door open. He entered a room with a platform at one end. A piano and two women waited on the platform while below and behind a podium stood a scowling owl. On second glance the large Owl was a man, possibly with certain unusual DNA. <br><br>"I bring girl for to sing, Song man!" Moussad said.<br><br>"Your thirty seconds late," The owl insisted.<br><br>Moussad's eyes narrowed. His hand moved blindingly fast towards the platform. A solid thunk echoed in the room followed by the off key chime from the piano.&nbsp; <br><br>The owl eyed the piano. It now had a dagger imbedded in one of the legs seriously close to the accompanist who was smart enough to have both feet up.<br><br>"You've stabbed the piano," the Owl said.<br><br>"Practice," Moussad growled showing a nice row of teeth that might have been mistaken for a smile.<br><br>The meaning was not lost to the Owl. "Release her and have a seat."<br><br>Satisfied, Moussad turned to Madison. His hand to her collar. His eyes warmed as he looked at her. <br><br>"Sing you for this one," He said and motioned for her to step up to the platform and take her place. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 21:50:07</strong>
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				<strong>Vern~ getting the mouth job</strong><br><br>Vern watched her take his cock in her mouth. He pushed his hips a little then a little more. His hand to her cheek as he fed her his tube steak. <br><br>"More tongue under that head," He told her. <br><br>He gripped her hair and grunted in pleasure. <br><br>"Tilt your head back I'm gonna give you dick CPR," he said and pulled that hair. <br><br>When her head was back far enough he thrusting into her mouth. Scraping the back of her throat with the semi erect bat. Deeper still, to her tonsils, so she couldn't breath and made her hold that cock there.<br><br>"Tongue!" He growled. <br><br>She was gonna do that bone right. He held longer watching her as he pushed in then back out a little. Letting her think he was gonna let her breath then pushing deep again.&nbsp; He wasn't paying attention to time. Throat fucking this slut wasn't an exact science. He did it cause it felt so damn good and finally when she looked like she had gone all pale he pulled out and let go of her hair so she could have a good cough or whatever.<br><br>"Good!! He grunted and moved back. <br><br>Even the day after her first fuck she felt good. Still tight as a pigs ass with a smear of alum. Not that he would know.&nbsp; <br><br>"When you catch your breath get your ass over to the door and kneel there waiting for me." He told her as he reached for his trousers. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 22:15:37</strong>
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				Madison~ with Moussad and song man<br><br>Madison could hear the cries and pained whimpers of girls as they passed, the familiar knotting of her stomach as she let her mind wander into imagining just what may be happening behind them. Were her friends in there? Was mousey Lily being beaten for some ridiculous reason? Briefly she imagined the girl chained as she had been with two men tag teaming her. Strangely it brought a smile to her face before she brought her attention back to where she was travelling.<br><br>There was music and sound coming other doors. These sounds loosened that painful knot when Madison realized she hadn't been mislead. There were deep voices and then those that went higher in range.&nbsp;<br><br>The compound seemed rather large, she tried to remember just how far they had travelled the day she arrived but it seemed so long ago. Already her nightmare felt like home so when Moussad tugged on her leash she dint hesitate to follow in.<br><br>This place was legit and the girls on the platform seemed to be similar to her. In the sense of where they belonged and why they were here. She marvelled at the piano and smiled, it brought her back to her old piano lessons, as short-lived as it was since she couldn't stop tripping over her own fingers.<br><br>For a moment she didn't think the music guy who Madison had to admit resembled an owl to a 't'. Hooked nose, beady eyes and all. When the dagger flew she expected wings to spread and the man behind the podium to take flight. She giggled softly and looke to Moussad, returning the smile as the leash was released.<br><br>It was time for her to sing and as she stepped up onto the platform stagefright kicked in. Would she be as good as the others? Or would Madison make a fool out of herself and end up as an octopus' meal? To hide the shaking of her hands she clasped them behind her back and took her place beside the other two, her attention on the Owl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 01:52:33</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ the return of the old Evie</strong><br><br>She didnt like this.&nbsp; She didnt like what he was doing to her.&nbsp; She gagged and choked, she couldnt breath.&nbsp; She tried to struggle but the ape held her tightly.&nbsp; She really didnt like this.&nbsp; Fuck this, she was not going to stand for this (she had a lot to learn still it seems).<br><br>When he finally pulled out she stood looking at him, panting, eyes narrowed.&nbsp; Then she opened her mouth, ignoring what he just said.<br><br>"You fucking bully." She screamed, launching herself at him, "dont you ever do that again" she pounded on him,s cratching, kicking, "I hate that I hate it, I wont do it again." She was once more back to the brat that had kicked the door of the classroom.<br><br>She really did have a lot to learn....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 02:12:22</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ Seriously...</strong><br><br>Vern watched Evie all pale and gulping for breath.&nbsp; She looked so cute. He stood there looking down at her and grinned.&nbsp; The little pistol got her fur all rubbed backwards and launched herself at him. He was fascinated watching her swing and kick like that. She was probably gonna have jammed toes when she got done.<br><br>He let her exercise for a few minutes. Probably needed it after the good night's sleep she got with Jethro in her cell. Well, he'd be sure to take her out for more exercise tomorrow then fuck her a couple of time to slow her down.<br><br>Fun was good but Vern had a schedule to keep. He reached down and took her wrist to lift her off the ground. His other hand on her hip supporting her horizontally. <br><br>"Yep, Fuckin an Bully.&nbsp; All yours. Now get!" and tossed her gently thru the air towards the door like launching a basket ball towards a hoop.<br><br>He was aiming for the thick mat to one side of it. He'd dug it out of an old duffle bag last night and put it there special for her to kneel.&nbsp; He thought the dirt on the matted wool would match her eyes. All natural. Dirt and green like grass kinda.<br><br>"I'll be right there, be waitin," He shouted over his shoulder as he reached for his cargo pants. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 02:18:30</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ temper temper</strong><br><br>Evie glared at him.&nbsp; She hated him.&nbsp; He was nothing but a bully.&nbsp; She pouted, she tried to hurt him.&nbsp; But the ape just lifted her, told her he was hers and tossed her aside like a piece of rag.<br><br>Tumbling on the floor made her anger swell even more.&nbsp; Who the fuck did he think he was? She wanted to know as she moved to the dirty mat.&nbsp; She starred at it, her eyes taking in the muck.<br><br>"I AM NOT KNEELING ON THAT.&nbsp; ITS FLITHY" she screamed, picking it up and throwing at him.&nbsp; "I would rather kneel on the floor" she said, settling down, but not looking at him.&nbsp; "and dont think I am gonna let you fuck me again Mister.&nbsp; No fucking way is your dick coming near me" she blustered as she waited for him.&nbsp; Not even thinking of how she was kneeling, ready, waiting...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 04:27:06</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ taking Evie to the Owl</strong><br><br>Vern heard her grumbling. He'd go over there and tighten up miss fussy soon enough. He pulled the trousers up. Tied laces of the steel toes. Put on the wife beater and reached for her leash. Her cuffs were on his belt already.<br><br>He had other cuffs and leashes but these were hers. He'd had them marked to match her brand. A fashion statement. <br><br>He walked towards her kneeling by the door. One hand taking her wrists and cuffing her in front. Then he clipped her leash to her collar.<br><br>He pinched her tit and straightened. "Up you go. We're gonna see a man about a canary." <br><br>There was no hesitation. He opened the door with one hand and had the leash in the other. It was her choice how she came. Walk. Crawl. or get dragged. What the hell did he care. It was up to her. Personally he liked walk but he&nbsp; was okay with the other two. <br><br>"Let's go."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 06:02:45</strong>
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				<strong>Madison with Mr. Fritz</strong><br><br>It seemed to take two minutes twenty nine seconds for this new one to take her position. Mr. Fritz looked at her thru horn rimmed glasses. The baton hanging in the air. He tapped the podium. Cleared his throat. Brought up the baton. Motioned for the accompanist to render the beginning cords and gave the three of them enough time to look at the music in front of them as he gave the beat.<br><br>The baton came down and music was suppose to happen. Girl music. Melodic voices.&nbsp; Listening and in tune with each other. He hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 06:05:58</strong>
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				<strong>Jewel with Ava _Throckbottle Dance</strong><br><br>There was mischief written all over Jewel's face. Her lips an expressive O.&nbsp; <br><br>"Show me," She waved her hands in front of her. "Wait. No!! Better idea. Together. Let's to it together. Get the feel of it. Please Ava?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 13:27:15</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Jewel</strong><br><br>She saw the look on her face then looked over and saw Mr. Bundle of Nerves. He did not look happy. "I dunno Jewel. I would like to but look at him, he looks like he's ready to explode. I don't wanna get in any trouble, already did in singing class. Maybe I'll just wait for him to start again." lily wasn't going to screw up again. No way did she want another punishment from Tsade.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 13:51:17</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ following Vern</strong><br><br>There was no way she was going to crawl.&nbsp; Or be dragged.&nbsp; She was still fuming internally, but she knew there were things to do. And if it included singing then that was great.<br><br>She pulled on the leash a couple of times, but she wasnt misbehaving just being more cheeky.&nbsp; Mind you the view from here was good, she could watch the way his arse moved.&nbsp; He had a fine arse, tight, muscled, one she wanted to grab.<br><br>Which she did, she reached forward and placed her hands on his bum.&nbsp; "You have a lovely arse Master" she said softly, her temper already a thing of the past...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 21:50:00</strong>
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				<strong>Madison with the Owl</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She was searching for a happy place while looking over the sheet music. The accompaniment of music matched just as she had imagined and Madison picked up the cue. The first few notes were shaky but after the intro her voice rang out in the music room, strong and confident. As far as pitch and harmony Madison was on point, blending with the other girls, though her voice was more pronounced. When she sang there was no holding back. It was a freeing experience that made her feel as if she were soaring above the clouds.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;If the other girls were galncing sideways at her she didn"t notice, all focus on the somewhat irritating Owl man and the music in front of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 01:09:57</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle with Ava and Jewel</strong><br><br>Humphrey took another deep breath then moved the bag from his face. He folded it neatly and placed it in the top drawer of the three drawer cabinet. It was time to begin.<br><br>“Attention!!” Humphrey called slapping his palms together. <br><br>“Places everyone.” He to was moving into place. “Places every…” <br><br>His hands on his hips as he stared at Jewel. She had her hand waving in the air like a flag.<br><br>He rolled his eyes, “What is it Jewel?”<br><br>“Master, Ava wanted to know if you’d like to see a new routine?” Jewel beamed brightly flutter her eyes and wrapped her arm around Lily’s. <br><br>She bent close and whispered on the side of her mouth, “Trust me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 01:10:39</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ driving Miss Evie</strong><br><br>Vern was on the move. Ahead of them was a sea of bodies. Every single one vying for position. He saw over heads. Blowing thru the multitude as those nearby gave way. <br><br>It wasn’t that he demanded it although he could have. It was about physics. A large object like Vern and a smaller object live everyone else could not occupy the same place at the same time. So the smaller objects moved so they weren’t run over. <br><br>Those that were smart moved. Those that thought they could take him were scraped along the wall as he jerked Evie’s leash and grunted for her to keep up and stop watching his ass.<br><br>Touching his ass was okay. For now. He slowed to get her closer. Paying attention to the traffic ahead but waiting for that light touch again. He grinned evilly. Today was her day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 01:11:18</strong>
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				<strong>Mr. Fritz with Madison - Moussad watching</strong><br><br>A day for surprises. Mr. Fritz tried several changes of tempo and mixture. He might as well be baking his own receipts. The harmony was exquisite. The word exquisite maybe over used today. But he hadn’t heard that kind of talent from a no name slave in a very long time. This morning with Tsade did not count. <br><br>It was as if she could read his mind. Anticipating his notations, had read his scribbles at the margin of the pages. His hand moved with the music. The beat forgotten as one forgets which foot to step off on with the sheer joy of running.&nbsp; The music rang out, cheerfully. It tickled and delighted. It was whole and stood by itself kicking open the doors of the room in a way that had heads popping in with smiles and staying…<br><br>She was drawing an audience. And oh could she handle mezzo soprano without fault.&nbsp; He must have her for the trio. He must!!<br><br>The big finish with a hold note that would have had opera divas gasping. And they cheered.&nbsp; It ended and Mr. Fritz turned around to face the chairs, his look stern.&nbsp; But only momentarily.<br><br>The room was filled with people and they were on their feet cheering and clapping.&nbsp; He turned back to the platform and drew himself up, the baton pointing to the three singers while the other hand was open to the accompanist. He meaning for them to take a well deserved bow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 05:12:33</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with the traitor Jewel</strong><br><br>Lily was all ready to start class again as Trottle Bottle called the class to attention. When she saw Jewels hand shoot up she didn't think anything of it until the girl volunteered Lily to show him a routine! <br><br>Lily's jaw dropped open and she shook her head. What the devil was Jewel doing?! Lily did not need to get in trouble again and just stood there shaking her head 'no' at Jewel and the teacher.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 17:34:29</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ watching a nice arse</strong><br><br>Evie walked behind him quite happily.&nbsp; She didnt care about being naked, it didnt bother her at all.&nbsp; She had a good bod so why not show it off. She also felt safe with Vern, it was as if she could tease and not worry bout anyone touching or worse.<br><br>There was a definite spring in her step as she followed him, wondering where they were going.&nbsp; She was humming to herself, thinking about when he would fuck her again and if he would want to fuck her arse.&nbsp; She wrinkled her nose at that thought, she had never liked the ideaof having her arse fucked.&nbsp; Maybe he wouldnt...or if he did she would ask him not to.&nbsp; After all he seemed to listen to what she said....<br><br>Evie had this idea that she actually had some sway over him...poor deluded young woman...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 19:21:12</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~The hair pin curve</strong><br><br>She was right behind him. Vern could almost feel Evie’s tongue licking his ass cheek as he accelerated. Their turn coming up on the left. A few more long fast strides. Keeping her close and that leash choked up in his hands as he stepped off faster.<br><br>He pass a trainer with a bitch and immediately did a 90 degree left turn with a pivot on his right foot so fast he pulled in front of someone slower.&nbsp; Tugged the leash to bring Evie against him as they entered the Music Department and stepped up into a quick jog. Seventeen steps with her right up his ass. Tight to him. Another turn, a left pivot. They were heading for the home stretch. He passed doors so fast they were almost a blur. One door, two doors.<br><br>He locked his legs suddenly. Giving Evie no choice. She was too close.<br><br>He put on the BRAKES!!&nbsp; All he had to do was wait for the impact.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College: Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 00:01:22</strong>
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				Madison couldn't believe this guy! Every little thing he did was pure insanity. The tempo changed far too often and she couldn't help but wonder if the Owl had some mental issues. Still she followed along perfectly. Less than perfect in music was unacceptable. With on eye on the sheet music and another on Fritz that ending note was going to be hell. Madison took a breath in preparation and held on until the baton seemingly cut the three voices off instantly. The applause and cheers took her by surprise and the rosy blush from singing turned into one of embarrassment, a smile forming and displaying her soft dimples. At the signal she and the other two girls took a bow before straightening up their bodies. Through all the people Madison's eyes searched out for three maybe four people. They just so happened to be Moussad, Evie, Lily, or even Vern. She just needed to see a familiar face in all the madness of the music room before her nerves got the best of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 03:22:42</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ what is he playing at?</strong><br><br>Evie wasn't sure what he was doing.&nbsp; He walked normally to begin with and gradually picked up speed until he was running through the st4range complex.&nbsp; People got out of the way, Evie had to keep up or she would be flat on her face being dragged along.<br><br>She wanted to scream at him to slow down but she knew he wouldn't listen.&nbsp; They rounded corners, she had to dodge out of the way of others.&nbsp; She was beginning to think he had lost hi flipping mind and then....then....then...<br><br>.............the bastard stopped ands he couldn't do anything but run straight into him.&nbsp; She hit, bounced and landed on her bum, legs spread, staring up at him..<br><br>"You could have just asked me to spread them..." she said to him, feeling rather annoyed at him as she sat there with her pussy on display.....strangely she made no effort to close her legs....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 23:23:45</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle with Lily and Jewel</strong><br><br>Humphrey tilted his hip and put the back of his hand there as he leaned forward to Lily. <br><br>“A routine. I must have given you both way too much time on the break.” He shot up to his full height and shuffled foot with a tick tock to finish with a big arm Ta Da.<br><br>“Show me. Both of you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 23:25:52</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ dumping Evie</strong><br><br>“Nice pussy!” He said with a grin.<br><br>He bent down and put his hands on his knees turning his head from side to side. <br><br>“No brown on your nose either!” He howled with laughter as he lifted her to her feet with one hand. <br><br>“Next time when you’re that close kiss your Master’s ass. But mind the toilet paper.” He chuckled.<br><br>His hand still on her cuffs. He pushed her against the wall and put her hands over her head. Naked and open. He stepped against her to rub her on him as if to get her scent. A deep breath in her clean hair to claim her as he pushed his hard cock to her belly. A reminder of how turn on he was. A promise that he was gonna use her later.<br><br>“I’m taking you in this room. You get your ass up on that fuckin platform and sing something for this guy. Don’t say a damn word about him lookin like a fuckin Owl either.’’<br><br>“You got that you, hot cunt?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 23:26:50</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ After Madison’s performance for Owl</strong><br><br>It was as Moussad thought. She could sing. Very well, by the reaction of others. His hand on his dagger as they stood. The point was meant for the first one to throw a shoe. But no it wasn’t that way.&nbsp; <br><br>She had them cheering. It was good she could sing. It would keep her alive in the crowds they would be entertaining. She was pretty but he liked her quick mind and tight body. He would reward her. She did very well.<br><br>She was looking. Searching the crowd. He stepped from the wall. Those nearby took one look and gave him room. So much room that he was practically standing alone while they gravitated anywhere else. It was good she could see him so well in the island they had made for him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 00:17:13</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Is It Over Already?</strong><br><br>It was strange, though there were three girls she felt like all eyes were on her. Whether or not that were the case Madison didn't know. They didn't matter, there was only one man she had eyes for.<br><br>Then there he was, out of no where it would seem as the bodies parted like the Red Sea. Nothing was to be feared of when he was around. The only on she would need to fear was Moussad. A quick learner pays attention to the atmosphere around them and the reactions of other people.<br><br>He would not be disrespected or have someone touch his girl, hopefully never again. They may not fear him, but never would they cross him. She was totally and completely safe.<br><br>Her eyes met his and her smile widened, her body rocking anxiously. By now it was clear that she shouldn't do anything without expressed permission, so Madison continued to sand on the raised platform. Would she be required to sing again? Or was she supposed to leave? A small part of her wished they would sing again, it helped her feel normal, but the eyes all on her nearly overpowered the smaller desire.<br><br>Unwillingly her eyes returned to the Owl, he was in charge of the scene afterall and it would be he who would dismiss her or ready her for another performance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 01:53:15</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ no brown nose here Mister</strong><br><br>Evie crinkled her nose up when he said about a brown nose, "I might do many things for you Master but I am not going to lick your arse" she told him, her eyes twinkling with pleasure.&nbsp; She wasnt sure what it was about the brute, he was rough, violent, obviously feared, but she was beginning to enjoy being with him.&nbsp; She wanted to please him, to tease him, to do things that made him laugh.&nbsp; She knew she should be terrified of him, but she wasnt.&nbsp; He could hurt her yes, but at times she actually liked that.&nbsp; &nbsp; Wanted it....Needed it....<br><br>He pulled her up with no seeming effort.&nbsp; Pushing her against the wall, hands above her head.&nbsp; She was groaning as he rubbed against her, pressing into her.&nbsp; She wanted him so badly, her body cried out for him, but she knew it would be later, she was expected to do something first.<br><br>She loved the way he called her 'hot cunt', she was getting to him, he was so hard he must always be in that state, he was always hard when she felt him.&nbsp; She listened to him, "Owl? T-wit-t-woo..." she replied, "I'll be good Master, I only want to please you." She told him, placing a quick peck on the end of his nose.<br><br>She wasnt sure what she would sing, but as was ehr way she would improvise and see what happened, sometimes that was the best way.&nbsp; And she would sing it well, cos she would sing it only for one person...there would only be one person in that room who mattered, and for him she would sing her heart out if he told her too..<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 04:26:48</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ Roughin Evie up</strong><br><br>Vern had her up against the wall. He liked the feel of her there. Thought about just fucking her but he’d promised Tsade. What the hell a few minutes would make. <br><br>He took her by the manacles cause he wanted her close. Bringing her along beside him so he could brush up against her. His hand out as he pushed open the door.<br><br>There was a crowd. He hadn’t been told about that and he glowered as he kept walking. His hand with her at his back so that she was in his wake. <br><br>They moved alright. They moved on the word snakeman. They moved like the parting of the red sea. They moved as that giant kept on walking towards that orchestra pit area. <br><br>Vern was heading right for Fritz. Vern walked right up to that bug eyed baton swinging Owl.<br><br>Mr. Fritz tapped his foot, and huffed as he spoke “You’re too late Auditions are over.” <br><br>“Good, we ain’t here to wait our turn to practice,” Vern swing his hand with Evie wrists toward the stairs and gave her and nod that meant for her to go on up and wait.<br>It was then he saw the three on the platform. He grinned when he saw Octopus girl. So the rag head was here somewhere stinkin up the place with feta breath. Vern would have looked around except that tapping drew his attention back to Fritz. <br><br>“Wave your hands around and that lil cunt ‘ll sing.” Vern announced. “Promise on my dying mom’s grave.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 04:32:43</strong>
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				<strong>Lily freaking out</strong><br><br>Shit this guy was kinda ticked of the mention of a routine and honestly Lily was ready to kill Jewel. The other girl would be able to see it in her eyes. Lily was done trusting people and would keep to herself from now on in this place. She didn't need friends, she had Tsade and that was all she needed now. <br><br>Lily put her hand on her forehead and spoke to the teacher, "Sir it's Jewel's routine, I barely know it. Please I rather just go on with class." Lily was visibly shaken. She knew there would be punishment no matter what she did. It was a lose/lose situation for the poor girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 04:43:31</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ watching Madison</strong><br><br>Moussad relaxed when she looked for him. He crossed his arms over his chest in approval. His eyes shown with desire. She had proven herself and he wanted to reward her. As the cheers slowed down to a dull roar he stepped towards her from the back of the room.<br><br>It was then that the doors were thrown open and a mountain entered. <br><br>“Vern,” Moussad grinned. <br><br>His friend had finally come and the little bitch from last night had lived thru her ordeal. Moussad was delighted. It pleased him that she was naked and in chains. Even better that she was with Vern. Vern needed a bitch of his own. And she would keep the snakes exercised when Vern wasn’t using her. No one would complain then. No one would go to the infirmary for stitches or crutches. <br><br>Moussad looked up on the stage to Madison as the argument took place at the Orchestra pit. He gave Madison and signal to stay in place for now. He didn’t want her in the way when Vern shoved the Owl into the piano.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 16:45:16</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ with Ava and Jewel</strong><br><br>Humphrey looked from one to the other. It was a brief calculating look. He had desperately been looking for a new routine that was possible but difficult and women capable of pulling it off. It seemed that Jewel had accomplished both.<br><br>“Refusal is not an option here,” The choreographer said in a tone of promise. <br><br>He stepped to the rail. His hand motioned everyone else to him.<br><br>Jewel reached out and squeezed Lily’s hand. Her voice a whisper of excitement.<br><br>“Let’s try.. Please.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 20:19:11</strong>
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				<strong>Lily mortified</strong><br><br>She knew she was doomed when he told her refusal was not an option. She had only seen Jewel perform it once, once! When the teacher motioned every one to watch, Lily began to sweat. <br><br>When Jewel reached for her, deep down, Lily wanted to clock her for getting her in this mess. Even that wasn't an option. <br><br>Lily took a deep breath and nodded, not saying a word. She got into the opening position, and did the combination side by side with Jewel, not making once mistake, even adding in the helicopter in at the end. <br><br>She then stood there and blew the hair out of her eye waiting for her punishment which she knew would be harsh and swift for lolly gagging around. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 20:23:47</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ She's alive! And looking like a mess</strong><br><br>He stepped toward her, maybe that was the end of whatever was going on, but just as quickly he stopped. That didn't stop her from feeling the butterflies that came with his approval.<br><br><br>Madison's eyes searched the crowd that now looked to be dispersing rather than simply parting and almost instantly knew that Vern had entered. No one else could empty a room with as much ease as he did. Then she saw Evie who was brought to sing as well.<br><br><em>Oh my god what did he do to her!</em> was her first thought when she took in the battered form of her friend. Madison was frozen as she looked at first Evie, then Vern, back to Evie, and finally Moussad. The fear evident. She noticed the look and knew she had to stay put, but Vern frightened her and she desperately hoped that he wouldn't come back to torture her again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 22:50:22</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ reunited with Madi</strong><br><br>Evie stepped into the room with Vern, walking behind him, half watching his arse and half watching the room and those inside.&nbsp; The singing bloke really did look like and Owl and she had to hold back a laugh.&nbsp; He was so funny to look at, she wondered if his head couldspin a complete 360.<br><br>It was really funny how people gave Vern such a wide bitth.&nbsp; She realised there and then she had a lot of power being his slut.&nbsp; No one would dare touch her for fear of retaliation.&nbsp; That was just fine with her.<br><br>She glanced at the stage and gasped in amazement.&nbsp; "Madi" she shrieked, forgetting herself, she grinned at Vern, "sorry Master, but I didnt think I would see her again" she explained, moving to the platform and hugging Madi.&nbsp; It wasnt easy with her hands cuffed in front, but she managed it and kissed her cheek.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good to see you sweety" she said with a grin.&nbsp; "Now I gotta sing for the wise old Owl." She muttered to her friend, gesturing to the man with the baton who seemed to be foaming at the mouth for some reason.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 00:50:30</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~forgetting her place</strong><br><br><br>The reception from Evie took Madison by surprise. Her arms wrappe around her naked friend as best they could given the handcuffs. "Evie! I didn't think I was ever going to see you again. You alright?" she asked, appraising&nbsp; the other's appearance. With a sideways glance at the Owl she giggled. "Just a warning, this guy gets carried away," she muttered before stepping back into her place.<br><br>"Wanna sing something with me? Give them a real show?" Madison asked conspiratorily. Nodding her head to the crowd that had remained, almost expecting an encore.<br><br>The other two girls on stage didn't matter, this was her chance to be with Evie, now all she had to worry about was Lily, she hopes the little girl was alright.<br><br>"Come on, bet it'd be fun."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 01:14:51</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ preparing to raise the roof</strong><br><br>THe smile that spread across her face at Madi's suggestion was huge.&nbsp; <br><br>"What a great idea!!!"&nbsp; she gushed, "he doesnt frighten me, I'm protected by Ape" she whispered to Madi, glancing at Vern and feeling that familiar rush, "god he makes me so fucking hot" she told her.<br><br>"So what do you wanna sing?" she asked her friend, trying to think of something that would be amazing, "have you seen anything of Lily?" she suddenly asked her quietly, a brief hint of worry appearing in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 01:20:52</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ watching the reunion</strong><br><br>It was good to see his slave girl appreciate him so much. She would show him her gratitude later. It was enough that her eyes were wild with fear as she saw Vern. <br><br>Moussad lifted his index finger to Madison. A signal for her to stay on that platform. A signal that he would take care of any problems that occurred. She was to obey him and all would go well. He had no doubt that he could even handle Vern if it came to that. <br><br>But Vern was busy with Mr. Songman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 01:22:06</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ after Ava’s dance</strong><br><br>Stunning.&nbsp; The applause in the room deafening. <br><br>They, Jewel and the untrained slave, this Ava had accomplished what he had wanted to create for the last 18 months. He reached for the crop on his belt and stepped to them both. <br><br>His hand with a sweeping motion to Ava’s current position. Tapping the side of her calf with the crop.<br><br>“Left a little. You weaved after landing off the helicopter. Try a tighter launch next time.” He said then moved to Jewel.<br><br>“Sloppy my pet,” He told her giving her a crack across her thigh. “You rushed the last part. Slow down when you do it again.”<br><br>He stepped back to the bar. The crop waving in the air. It snapped out to swap a girl between the shoulders. She whimpered and the room became quiet once more. God bless the noisy talkers they were also noisy screamers, attention getters like it or not. <br><br>“You and you,” Humphrey said pointing out two of the best in the room. “Take your places near Ava and Jewel.”&nbsp; <br><br>He walked over to the stool knowing exactly the music to play for it. It took a few minutes of trial and error to find the right piece. <br><br>Jewel hid the grin and gave Ava a pat before Throckbottle turned back to them.<br><br>&nbsp;“Take a few breaths and we’ll begin on five. One and two and three and four,” He push the button. “And five.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 01:22:51</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie audition</strong><br><br>The outburst from Evie turned Vern’s head for a moment in Evie’s direction. He studied her real hard as she apologized. Her standin beside Madison. Evie nake and the color of a four year old’s finger painting project. Madison was in that harem get up the rag head liked. All combed and neat. <br><br>Vern was already thinking about improvement for his little slut. She needed something. Kinda like Madison wore but not as much.&nbsp; The one though that surfaced was pussy rings. She definitely would look good legs spread wide bawling her heart off in song with a shiny pair of them small pussy rings dangling from her wet cunt. <br><br>Damn fine! He was about to do something for her but Fritz hadn’t done anything to get anyone to sing. Vern’s eyes narrowed as he turned to Mr. Owl.<br><br>“Well,” His arm stretched and pointing to the platform. “She’s ready.”<br><br>“I will not be bullied,” Mr Fritz said with conviction.<br><br>“You ever tried walking around with a piano and the accompanist stuck up your ass?” Vern remarked in a friendly tone.<br><br>“I will not be bullied,” Mr. Fritz said but his imagination was kicking the crap out of his convictions as the image of an over stuff anal ring became as haunting as Vern’s reputation for creative violence. <br><br>He glanced up at the stage. Dear god was that girl naked? Was she wearing camouflage or was all of THAT bruising. Did the gorilla pretending to be a man do that. Yet she seemed so happy. Was it because she was alive and he wasn‘t using her at the moment?&nbsp; <br><br>All those thoughts added to the image of the piano. Even the accompanist seemed worried. <br><br>Mr. Fritz made up his mind. He would complain to Tsade immediately after Vern left. Something that would not be possible walking around attached in intimate ways to a piano and another man.<br><br>He gave a very unkind look over his horn rims to Vern. “You’re in my way.”<br><br>“Move somewhere and don’t interfere.” Mr Fritz said as he collect his self esteem.<br><br>He tapped the baton on the podium to get Evie and everyone elses attention.<br><br>“Ready?” He motioned for the accompanist to play the cords. <br><br>Vern moved to stand beside Moussad. His arms on his hips watching.<br><br>The baton made the upswing to start the first note. At which point singing was suppose to occur.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 01:28:36</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~he makes her hot</strong><br><br>Evie had a point, no one was more frightening than Ape and Raghead, Madison had seen it first hand. "I know what you mean, I'm with raghead," she whispered, keeping her voice low and making it appear as if they were planning to sing. The worry in Evie matched her own, "Haven't seen her since they dragged me away from you two and he doesn't seem to know anything. Let's make sure to make this good and maybe we'll get to see her," she suggested, trying to think of a song.<br><br>"Anything though maybe it should be something slow, have anything in mind? I know just about all types of music. This is your show!"<br><br>Fritz had raised the baton and her attention snapped that way briefly, "Come up with something quick and when he signals, start with whatever. I'll follow your lead or just sing this," she flashed the sheet music at Evie. "We'll talk later."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 02:00:51</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ having a sing</strong><br><br>There was one song that leapt into her mind as she looked at Madi.&nbsp; It wasnt a pop song, it wasnt a new song.&nbsp; It was from a muscial called Chess and it was ideal for the two of them.&nbsp; Their voices would soar into the harmonies and Evie knew it would show them off to the best of their capabilities.<br><br>"You know 'I know him so well'?" she asked Madi, "it would work so well for us, you lead I'll fit in around you and work in the harmonies" she suggested.&nbsp; "I think it would knock their socks off" she giggled, looking towards the Owl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 05:13:10</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ putting it to work</strong><br><br>"From 'Chess'? Let's do it!" Madi said excitedly, already knowing this would be great. She could only hope this wouldn't get herself and her friend in trouble. If the other girls were smart they would have to keep up because Madison an Evie were about to put in work and leave them in the dust.<br><br>The first chords had starte and it took only a second for Madi to pull the music of the song they would sing to mind. After a deep breath she started, a look over at Evie and a smile on her face. For now she wouldn't look at Moussad, Ape, or Owl. They would only intimidate her, but this was quick thinking and a sure fire way to prove that they belonged together with voices that harmonize damn near perfectly, even though this was a first for te both of them together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 07:37:38</strong>
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				<strong>Mr. Fritz with Evie and Madison</strong><br><br>The baton swing down on the full beat. Mr. Fritz recognized the song on the second note. The accompanist didn’t. It would be a cappella. Mr. Frintz would have word for the accompanist but he never let on this was a new plan. <br><br>The two girls worked as back ups to the twin sounds of Madison in her soprano and Evie in her melodic alto. It took a full measure before Mr. Fritz was comfortable with their collaboration. After which he and the baton was in full swing. <br><br>Three today! The magic number three belong to these two and the first one. It was magic. The door never stopped opening as sound escaped. Although everyone avoided the area within a 20 foot radius of Vern and Moussad as if they were radioactive. The room filled to over flowing. The crowd was on their feet and moving to the singing. <br><br>The momentum building to the very end. The finale a harmony that dies away together.&nbsp; Silence. Several seconds. Then the roof came off and the clapping and cheering was a roar of thunder that seemed like it would not end.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 18:32:13</strong>
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				<strong>Evie with Madi, singing their hearts out</strong><br><br>Singing had always been a real pleasure for Evie.&nbsp; She sang when she was happy, sad.&nbsp; She sang for herself, for others.&nbsp; She just loved it.&nbsp; There had been no lessons, no expensive coaching, just her and her voice.&nbsp; And it was all natural.<br><br>She loved singing with someone who could sing and she knew as soon as she heard Madi begin that their voices would blend well, they would compliment each other and send the lyrics out across the audience.&nbsp; The song was ideal, it had plenty of places for them to harmonise, to play around and fit their voices together, it was just great fun.<br><br>The response was amazing, both girls stood there, beaming as they were clapped and cheered.&nbsp; It was unbelievable.&nbsp; They had obviously done something right.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 19:43:39</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ a capella</strong><br><br>It had been far too long since Madison had sung with another a capella. It was much easier alone, but she and Evie worked the duet marvellously. Fritz was doing his best to direct, but the two girls were so in synch there would be no guide. Something was magical about the two of them singing, tag-teaming just as they had at Lady Shaw's.<br><br>The door would quietly squeak open and bodies would silently slip in, something told Madison that this wasn't something that happened often. Perhaps it had been the glare when she had first finished singing. The song ended and Madi gently gripped Evie's arm and stepped to the edge of the platform. Raising her arm she took a bow with her friend and then allowed her to tale a solo bow.<br><br>The performance over she stole a glance to where both Vern and Moussad stood side by side, working to gauge their reactions. "You were amazing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 23:13:00</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ Evie singing</strong><br><br>The crowd was on their feet. Vern stood flat footed, legs spread with his arms crossed over his chest the whole time Evie and Madison were bringing the roof down. Fine singin. Gutsy. Not the kind ah singin from a choir but the kind you’d pay for. Pay a lot for. <br><br>Vern was glad he’d snatched Evie up before someone else did. They’d want to use her as just a cash cow instead of the dirty little cunt she was meant to be. Lucky he came along to sweep her off to one side and keep her from all that fame and shit. <br><br>He made up his mind he wasn’t gonna rub in how right he was about her to Fritz. He made up his mind he was just gonna go over and tell his little slut what to do and then they’d be gone until tomorrow when he’d bring her back to practice. <br><br>The crowd wasn’t leaving. They were shouting for more. Vern shifted uncomfortably. He just came to show her off not to give a free concert. He frowned and looked at the edges of the crowd. It was getting time to claim his hot little tramp and he would have if Moussad hadn’t said something.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 23:17:37</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ Madison and Evie take a bow</strong><br><br>Moussad gave his girl a wink. The crowd liked her and that other one from yesterday together made a good pair. He nudged Vern.<br><br>“People want they bitches song again!” Moussad remarked.<br><br>Vern glowered, “Yeah people in Saudi want ice water so what?”<br><br>“Maybe yes, maybe no,” Moussad explained his hand to Vern rubbing his thumb along his fingers in the universal sign for pay me.<br><br>Vern frowned, “What? We charge them?”<br><br>Moussad shrugged, “People want. Pay.”<br><br>“They won’t pay,” Vern growled.<br><br>“You say pay or breaken you smile. People pay or leave. I think pay. Two dollar.” Moussad offered.<br><br>“Five,” Vern said caught up in the moment.<br><br>“Sure sure, Five.” Moussad encouraged as he took long strides to keep up with Vern.<br><br>Moussad broke off to stand by the scowling Mr. Fritz as Vern stepped on the platform. It was Vern who spoke but Moussad who had Mr. Fritz undivided attention. It was the hand on the dagger hilt that was Mr.Fritz's focus as Vern spoke.<br><br>Vern spoke to the young women on stage first, “Get ready for another song.”<br><br>Then he turned his full attention to the crowd that was already heading towards the exits.<br><br>“HEY!”<br><br>&nbsp;It might as well have been an unexpected thunder clap. The crowd as a group froze.<br><br>“Where yah goin?&nbsp; You want to hear these bitches sing again right?”<br><br>Timid nods from those closest to the platform and Vern. A voice nearest the door called out. <br><br>“Yeah So?”<br><br>Vern searched near the door. Courage increased with the proximity of escape.<br><br>“You want to hear them again, give the Fuckin Rag Head five pounds.” Vern called out.<br><br>Mr. Fritz was about to protest but Moussad leaned to him, “No worry. I cut you inside.”<br><br>Mr. Fritz in what would be an oscar winning performance of courage said with restraint,<br>”If you mean to give me a portion of the revenue I agree. If you mean to disembowel me if I stay, I’ll just leave now.”<br><br>Moussad gave Fritz a toothy grin, “You one I fuck you mother, Song man!” <br><br><br>“Thank you… I think,” Mr. Fritz said to empty air.<br><br>Moussad had made his way to the exit where he was currently making change. The crowd revolved in an orderly fashion around Moussad. The exit only opened once and that was to let someone rush out for their wallet. <br><br>It was a mistake of course. The one person with the wallet brought 43 others and it was standing room only.<br><br>Vern turned back to the four on stage,” Okay bitches. Give something to bring ‘em back tomorrow.”<br><br>He turned then and walked past Mr. Fritz at the bottom of the platform. Mr. Fritz press his horn rims to his face and tapped the podium. <br><br>Fritz pointed to the music podium. It was a duet for two women. Does He Love You<br><br>Fritz gave them a minute to look it over. Somebody was going to get five pounds worth of hot flesh and singing, Fritz was sure of it.<br><br>Carrie Underwood and Jamie o'Neal- Does He Love You (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRtn2CCChfM#)
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 00:43:24</strong>
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				<strong>Lily after the movement</strong><br><br>She stood there and saw him get the crop. She knew it, he was going to swat her for being idle and helping Jewel with the routine. Lily was surprised when all he did was tap her and correct her. A wave of relief washed over her as Throck Rocker went to Jewel and corrected her as well. <br><br>Lily felt so much better that she wasn't in trouble and that be actually liked what they had done. She smiled back to Jewel more confident then she was went she entered. Now she would dance with the others and lead them sort of in the class. She hoped her master would be pleased that she had done something right for today. Maybe she would even be rewarded. 
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 06:25:27</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ not liking the beast so close</strong><br><br>This wasn't supposed to happen, the Ape was not supposed to be up on stage. This platform was for singers specifically in Madison's mind. She flinched as his voice was raised to get the crowd's attention. They were to sing again, and the men to make a profit. <em>What the hell?</em> she thought angrily before glancing at the sheet music in front of her. 'Does He Love You?' looked like a wonderful piece made perfectly for the two, but which voice for which part, she glanced to Evie, "First part or second part? Doesn't look like we have much of a choice. It tooke a few minutes before the cash was collected and by the time it had she had gotten for a feel for the majority of the the duet, the rest would come with the flow.<br><br>All details had been worked over between the two girls and when Fritz the Owl tapped the podium she looked to the crowd. There were at least a hundred people in the small room, that alone added up to five hundred big ones for the two oafs who just stood there making decisions. Would she and Evie get a cut since they were the ones to perform? Or would they be the golden tickets for the womanizer and the foreigner. An upswing of the baton and a chord from the pianist and once more the room was filled with music and melodic voices. This time her mind was elsewhere but it didn't stop the angelic voice from ringing. This was the one thing that Madison could multitask with. No one would know the troubles that caused turmoil inside the young woman.<br><br>What had she become in the span of a day? Had she forgotten who she was? That Moussad had taken away all her freedoms and was now using her for his own benefit? And the outfit showed way too much of her feminity? How had she forgotten that part of it all? Blinded by the sex and tenderness. Shaken by the fear of having her body beaten senseless again.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 05:10:55</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ Lily and Jewel</strong><br><br>Humphrey clapped his hands and assigned the two woman several to work with apiece. The room took on the trappings of an actual practice session with Throckbottle went around correcting with his crop. Singles. Doubles. <br><br>Everyone getting a chance to practice and practice and practice. At the end of two hours Throckbottle creased his lips in a smile. He had not gone for the brown paper bag once and he was thinking happy thoughts as he watched the hopeless turn into possibilities.<br><br>Tsade stood in the door quietly watching. He scanned the room. It looked very good for once. <br><br>Throckbottle glided over to stand beside him. Humphrey became animated. His hands a ballet of movement. His face alive with expression. A stark contrast to Tsade’s expressionless mask.<br><br>Throckbottle clapped his hands, “Clean up!&nbsp; Clean up everyone. Get the place ready for the next group.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 05:32:57</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad~ watching Madison with the collection</strong><br><br>He stared. The way a man stares when he wants something that bad. She could sing. He was glad for it. A bonus as far as he was concerned, his lust was for the woman with the voice. <br><br>He would take her again. Feed her as she lay in his arms. He watched the crowds reaction as they sang. Next time they practice he was sure they would need security. New spread fast around the complex. News like this would bring in the second shift early and the night shift would stay over just to see if it was true.<br><br>Moussad didn’t care. All he knew was Vern was off the stage, a plus and Madison was singing. The other little one was enjoying their duet. It showed in how they looked at the crowd and how the crowd swayed and stood on their toes as each note was reached. <br><br>The money was a pot. It was the start of what would be more. Lots more. <br><br>But all Moussad could think about was how good she felt in his arms. He would please her again. She deserved it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 05:52:00</strong>
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				<strong>Lily working hard</strong><br><br>The teacher had put her to the test, helping the other students along with Jewel. She felt more like a teacher than a student. Many of them got the steps a few did not and she tried to give those special attention. She didn't like how the dancers got hit with crops. <br><br>It seemed like the teacher was happy and a smile remained across his face. Lily was finishing an arabesque when she saw Tsade enter the room. She could never tell if he was pleased with her or not. He always seemed so serious. She feared him when he had that look. <br><br>Lily quickly helped clean up and put things away for the next class. She moved quickly and quietly to her master. Her eyes were down and she was nervous, what had she done now? Lily was always suspect that she had done something to displease him, and she anticipated punishment at every turn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 20:03:32</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ singing for her supper..</strong><br><br>Singing had always been her escape.&nbsp; It had always been something she had loved doing, it gave her so much pleasure.&nbsp; She had never sung in front of such a crowd before.&nbsp; And the response was just amazing.&nbsp; She felt breathless, excited, so many feelings.. she grinned at Madi as they took a bow.&nbsp; She had noticed the money but she had a feeling they wouldnt see any of it.&nbsp; Cheeky bastards she thought.<br><br>She stood there listening to the cheering and clapping, watching, seeing what was said.&nbsp; "You think they liked that?" she asked Madi quietly, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 20:28:18</strong>
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				Madison smiled as the second duet ended. The applause was deafening yet welcome and she was happy to see that they had enjoyed it. The woman didn't even want to imagine what would have happened had they not given the audience a show worth their money. This time she did not look to the crowd. If any were disappointed Madi didn't want to see the reaction. "I sure hope so," she returned the kiss. "Think it'll be like this everytime?"
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 04:36:41</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ after the Duet</strong><br><br>Moussad knew right then that if these two slaves sang together it was gonna be like this every single time. Men would spend their kid’s lunch money to see his hot bitch sing her heart out.&nbsp; If Evie and Madison sang, people would come. They wanted to hear these two hit those harmonies. <br><br>But it was the woman in the audience that fascinated Moussad. The women sang along. Lip synced. Screamed and a few were crying as they applauded. Women were hard to understand. Women complicated themselves and required a strong hand. <br><br>A woman did not belong free. She belongs to a man. It kept her from acting oddly. <br><br>It was why he had decided to purchase Madison. One reason. There were others but certainly to insure she did not display so much emotion without having a man appreciate her. Emotions like those meant for the privacy of a bed room or publicly displayed open and defenseless while chained to a pole.<br><br>This was the beginning. A good start. Both slaves were bowing. Vern was not frowning and the Songman had pushed the rim of his glasses back on his nose.<br><br>It must be time for an announcement, Moussad thought.<br><br>Mr. Fritz put his hands up. <br><br>“THank YOU!” He called trying to get the crowd to listen. “That’s all the time we have today. Join us tomorrow and bring cash.”<br><br>It was Mr. Songman’s way of dismissal. It worked for Moussad. Vern was throwing open the doors. Those closest to Vern, that’s to say those within easy reach moved quickly out the door to keep out of his grip. Others seeing those first brave few moved past hurriedly like skittish wildabeasts.<br><br>&nbsp;But when Vern stepped away from the doors and towards Mr. Fritz. The room emptied with the same level of urgency as a buffalo stampeded. Several people went to the infirmary for minor cuts and scrapes.<br><br>A good time was had by all, Mr. Fritz thought as he watched the 350 lbs of solid muscle stacked like a sky scraper move towards him. <br><br>“Same time tomorrow,” Mr. Fritz said as Vern stood next to him looking up at Evie.<br><br>Moussad motioned for Madison to come to him. He waited at the end of the stairs for her to obey. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 04:48:02</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade waited impassively as she cleaned. His eyes roaming the room. She had done well. She had also argued, attempted to refuse. In private that was one thing but in public, in front of other slaves it was not tolerated. <br><br>However Throckbottle had failed to take charge. He failed to discipline her. The fear of pissing off the Grand Master had colored his decision and left Tsade in a fowl mood. <br><br>Instead of returned to collect her after a good work out and proper punishment, he now had to administer to his bitch.&nbsp; Tsade cleared his throat as Lily stood before him.<br><br>“You failed to follow instruction immediately and instead argued in the form of a plea.” He reminded.<br><br>“Beg Mr. Throckbottle to discipline you for your lack of enthusiasm and foot dragging.” Tsade said in that business like way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 05:08:46</strong>
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				Lily<br><br>Her jaw slackened as her master told her what she ha done wrong. So what she had done not to get her in trouble with the dance teacher had gotten her in trouble with her master. She looked at him with doe eyes, biting her bottom lip. "But sir I- it wasn't- I didn't-" Lily looked at Jewel, then to the teacher, they were all staring at her like a lynch mob. <br><br>Lily moved to Throckbottle with her head down. Now was not the time to argue, she would defend herself in private with her master. Standing in front of the nervous man, Lily whispered out, "Sir could you please discipline me for my Lack of enthusiasm and foot dragging?" After she spoke, she turned her head slightly to look at Tsade with a look of confusion and defiance knowing she was not wrong in this case. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 05:40:39</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ watching lily’s punishment</strong><strong><br>There was no hesitation on Throckbottle’s part. He had wanted to punish her straight away but the fact that she was owned by Tsade had him holding back. Now he could unleash some proper and well deserved discipline.<br><br>Throckbottle glanced over at Tsade then eyed Lily. “Hand on the bar. Face the mirror. Legs spread and scoot back so you’re bent.”<br><br>His hand on the crop as he moved to the bar. Tapping it with the crop he waited for Lily to join him.<br><br>It was not hard to imagine what Throckbottle had in mind for Lily. Tsade looked on without a hint of emotion. The man lacked imagination but Tsade said nothing. Let it happen. Let the message be sent clearly to all who watched then he could take her to his suite and level so suitable punishment for trying to defend her actions.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 11:49:24</strong>
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				Tomorrow. There was to be a repeat performance tomorrow. Why people were willing to pay to watch what was meant to be practice with a bunch of amatuers didn't make sense. To Madison her singing was just as it always had been, on key and the likes, but she didn't see how special her voice was. Finally stealing a glance in Moussad's direction she saw the signal but wished she hadn't now she would be leaving Evie's side and there was too much to talk about. The only thing Madison wanted to do was stay and chat, but knowlege of what he was capable of stopped her from ignoring him. Madi descended the steps that led to the platform and stood before Moussad with her eyes lowered, her legs trembling slightly from her earlier nerves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 12:06:06</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Watching the eager audience fileout made her smile. It was obvious that most people here were scared of her Master. She could understand why, he was a brutal man, one who liked getting his own way and didnt care how he got it.&nbsp; She loved that about him.&nbsp; She watched Madi leave and walk back to the man who seemed to have claimed her.&nbsp; Shame really, it would have been good to catch up, but they would be together tomorrow, so that was something to look forward too.&nbsp; <br><br>Still no sign of Lily though, that was something she wasnt happy with, maybe she should ask Ape? but he probably wouldnt give her an answer.&nbsp; Just grunt like he usually did when she asked him something.<br><br>She slowly walked off the stage, smiling to Owl man and then making her way across to Vern.&nbsp; She stifled a yawn, she hadnt realised how exhausted she was feeling.&nbsp; The cage really wasnt very comfortable, but she had a feeling she would be there a while before she was given anywhere else to sleep.&nbsp; She stood before the man mountain who seemed to have claimed her and smiled at him, "I'm guessing that went well Master?" she said quietly, yawning again but knowing the day was still young...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 13:34:52</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>There was a sadness in her as she was told to move to the bar. She did so and spread her legs, scooting her feel back so she was bent over. She knew she was going to get hit by the crop, she just didn't know how many times. <br><br>Right now she hated Tsade, adoration had turned to anger. She had done nothing wrong! Jewel had set her up, and she didn't want to get in trouble with Trockbottle for having too much time on her hands. The outcome in the class after the movement had been favorable, yet Tsade still thought Lily was in the wrong. The poor girl was starting to think she couldn't do anything right. First the hesitation with singing, now this. <br><br>Lily closed her eyes and waited for the first strike, hoping there wouldn't be too many. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 00:14:23</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ Swift and sure punishment</strong><br><br>Throckbottle brought back his arm. The crop whipped back behind him. It bent and then arrested like your mother discovering exactly what you’ve been doing in the shower for the last half hour by accident. <br><br>Humphrey looked over hopefully at Tsade, “I’m thinking eight. No more than ten.”<br><br>“ A couple of good lines here,” He touched her ass and looked at Tsade for approval.<br><br>There was no reason to piss off the Grand Master. Too much and that would be remembered. Too few and Humphrey would seem weak. How many was enough.<br><br>“Of course,” Tsade said without giving the Choreographer any indication as to preference. <br><br>It made Humphrey’s heart pound. He shuffled his feet and cleared his throat. <br><br>“Right then,” His hand came back once more. <br><br>The crop singing in the air. He had meant to bring it to her flesh but stopped as a thought nudge his conscious.&nbsp; The crop hooked like a fishing pole momentarily.<br><br>“Perhaps six since she did perform the movement. A credit to you, she is if I may say so Sir.” Humphrey began.<br><br>“Very disciplined. Except of course for the hesitation. Can’t have that. They’ll all begin to think that a discussion is acceptable. Very bad for order and team work as you pointed out.”<br><br>Tsade didn’t move a muscle. He stood there looking at Humphrey. Waiting. <br><br>Humphrey felt the weight of the silence as if a bulding had fallling around him. Tsade’s look was… Hard to describe. It was as if the man were studying a painting rather than observing a punishment.&nbsp; Frankly, Humphrey found it unnerving. He glance to the folded paper bag and cough.<br><br>“Right then, Five strokes,” Humphrey said almost certain he was doing the right thing.<br><br>“Is ah five,” His hand came back.<br><br>The crop bowed. Humphrey side armed the strike and the crop slapped lily’s ass cheeks. A slap. Not stunning. Not a crack. Not more than a swipe. It left no mark of it’s passing. <br><br>“Was that a warm up?” Tsade asked just to be sure.<br><br>“I.. erh..yes,” Throckbottle answered. <br><br>His palm was sweaty. He could feel a line of it down his back. The look from Tsade never changed. Throckbottle tried to swallow and couldn’t.<br><br>“Five,” Tsade reminded, “And I’m sure you mean to do it swiftly.”<br><br>“Five yes and swiftly,” Throckbottle said in something that might have passed for convincing.<br><br>His hand back. The crop trailing like a fishing line caste by a man hip deep in a trout stream. The flow if nothing else was smooth. Elegant in it’s own way. Throckbottle had style. <br><br>The leather snapped across her ass. The popped echoed in the room. It was a decent first strike, timid but decent. Courage up, two more streaked across her ass. Several of the slaves winced as it hit her. The crop painted her cheeks with two white lines.&nbsp; Another course of two and she wore three white lines and one red across her ass. <br><br>“There!” Humphrey said triumphantly. <br><br>He turned to those assembled. “Let this be a lesson to you all. When told to perform do just that. As my dance instructor use to say…”<br><br>“If your finished with her punishment send her back to me,” Tsade reminded.<br><br>“Oh yes, of course,” He motioned to Lily. “Ava, return to your Master!”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 00:15:10</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison</strong><strong><br>Moussad gave her a nod of approval. “You sing good. Okay.”<br><br>He clipped her leash to her collar. It hung as he took her hands and cuffed them as before. His eyes smiled even as his face held that stern expression. It was not that he was pleased, although he was, it was that he saw her value. Not the kind of value with pound signs. The kind of value someone puts away in a drawer and brings out at special occasions. <br><br>It was the kind of value a man puts on a woman he wishes to keep. Whatever else happened, whether she sang always or only once or twice, it was the value he placed on her, the person, that he cherished. It was just short of cherishing her. But they had just met and she was learning her place with him. <br><br>“We gone now!” then he repeated it quietly in Aramaic. <br><br>Her language lesson continued. He waited for her to repeat it back to him.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 03:05:46</strong>
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				<strong>Madison with Moussad</strong><br><br>Procedure, she reminded herself when the leash was clipped once more followed by the damned manacles. Procedure was stupid. Boring and far too predictable. There was a slightly bored look to get face while she took in Moussad's features. The moustache she could still feel on her sex as if it had never left the night before. But his eyes were different, similar to the way he had looked at her when he brought her to his room. It was perplexing to say the least.<br><br>Madison repeated the foreign words, the exact translation she assumed to be "We're leaving," but there was no way to tell. They were on their way once more, out of music room five and into the bustling corridor with traffic worse than rush hour on a weekday. News was travelling quickly, those who had seen and heard the duet beween herself and Evie were telling the others. All eyes seemed be on her once more, some pointing, others murmuring. At this rate they would need a real performance area. If she were to cooperate next time that was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 15:31:24</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with nervous Nelly</strong><br><br>Lily could not believe her ears, eight lashes! For what? She really was starting to wonder if anything she did was right. She felt like this little puppet if she turned left she was wrong, if she turned right she was wrong. She was starting to think no matter what she did she was going to be wrong for doing it. At least with the beast Vern she knew what she was getting but with her master, she was always kept guessing if she was right or wrong. <br><br>They the teacher delayed, and delayed, and delayed. Lily stood there firmly gripping the bar, it was obvious the Trockbottle did not want to really punish her. He had praised her for doing the movement, then started debating how many lashes she should really get. She couldn't see the men, but she could tell by the silence, Tsade wasn't happy with either of them now. <br><br>The waiting ended with the crop striking Lily. It wasn't that bad, but then Tsade asked if it was a warm up, he expected the strikes to be harder, and soon he wasn't disappointed. Lily lurched forward with the rest of the strikes, tears welling in her eyes. Not from the strikes, but from the thought she was being punished for something she didn't think was wrong. <br><br>Once she was done, she stood up and moved to Tsade. She did not avert her eyes, instead she looked straight at him. There would be words when they got back to his room. This time, Lily was not going down without defending herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 23:26:42</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br><br>Mr. Fritz gave Evie a knowing glance. One look at Vern said it all. Whatever was the truth didn’t matter. Vern acted like she was his and the slave acted like she was staying with him. Fritz shudder visibly, did she like him?<br><br>Vern looked down to Evie as he clipped her leash on her collar and pinned her wrists behind her back. <br><br>“You ain’t lynched, so yeah it was alright, I guess,” Vern replied with the mastery of a music critic who was profoundly tone deaf. <br><br>He didn’t miss the yawn but he didn’t acknowledge it either. “After this next lesson I’ll feed you something maybe.” He told her.<br><br>His hand on the leash he turned and stepped off, “Keep up!” he called out over his shoulder.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 23:27:33</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ taking the long way to Throckbottle</strong><br><br>It wasn’t a secret. Apparently Madison was an instant celebrity. Aside for the usual birth given Moussad as he dragged someone behind, now there was a different feel to the divide made for him to move thru. <br><br>“Morning Moussad!” several people he didn’t know piped up.<br><br>“Sure fine!” Moussad replied.<br><br>“Lovely day isn’t it?” Other remarked. <br><br>“Sure fine!” Moussad replied again.<br><br>“Hey, loved the show!” A maintenance worker commented as he passed them carrying a ladder.<br><br>“Sure fine!” he replied a third time.<br><br>Moussad stopped at the T junction. He stopped for two reasons. He stopped because he wanted to turn right in a crowded intersection. The second reason he stopped was because the intersection was blocked by cheering fans. <br><br>It looked like a mob. There were cardboard signs waving in the air. He saw but could not read; U ROK!!! Or the very popular; Madison heart followed by U.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed. His hand to the hilt of the dagger. The cheers sound like chanting death threats. <br><br>“Mad-Ah-Son! Mad-Ah-Son!”<br><br>But there were so many. It would take twenty minutes to kill them all, and she would be late to the dance lesson. He had heard the dance instructor was very strict and did not wish to cause trouble on his beautiful slave’s first day.<br><br>He put his hands in the air to silence them.<br><br>“ She not good yet! Promise!!” Moussad shouted above the chanting. <br><br>Then the camel trader in him came forward. It was breeding. Centuries of successful men trading camels for good in a harsh desert. It was that part that took over.<br><br>“I make her song many stuffs. Next day!! You come!! Big difference!!”<br><br>The cheers drowned out his voice for a moment. His voice soared thru the corridor.<br><br>“I like you. I give deal. I take care from you. Tomorrow she wiggle and song!” His hands up and he smiled as if he were selling the only camel left knowing it was ancient and probably would keel over dead if it stood up too quick.<br><br>“How bout that?” He shouted then turned to her and whispered. “Quick quick.”<br><br>He took that first magnanimous step. Then another. Smiling all the while they were walking thru the crowd as if it was a gauntlet. Time was getting short. She could not be late to the lesson. He came her a tug to walk faster as he cut the corner sharply. <br><br>For the love of allah were they following?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 01:41:49</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily after her whipping</strong><br><br>Lily came but she stood there was that heated look. People had been fired for a look like that. People had disappeared after looking like him with half the hate. His eyes fixed on her. He looked into her. <br><br>His lazar stare locked on the dark spot in her eyes. The look meant to bore a hold thru her pupils. Cutting a sharp line of light right thru her head and smoking two places on the wall behind her.&nbsp; He was staring that hard. Hard enough to pierce a three foot piece of steel. And he continued to stare until she dropped her eyes or her eyes watered and exploded in her sockets, which ever came first. He was not particular at this moment.<br><br>The behavior he would handle in private but the stare had to go away in public and quickly or it wouldn’t be Throckbottle at her flesh.&nbsp; The phrase skinned alive came to mind.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 04:33:25</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She hated him right now. Lily pure of heart hated the man in front of her. She had not done anything wrong, she was a good girl and even he knew that. Everything she had known about being good was turned on it's ear with him. <br><br>He had turned meek sweet Lily upside down with his punishments. Anyone that knew her, knew she was always the one to diffuse situations not create them. He was like Jekyll and Hyde to her, and she never knew what side of the monster she would get. <br><br>She averted her eyes, only to get the hell out of the studio and back to his room. There, slave or not, Lily would let the hammer fall and declare her innocence to him even if he didn't see it that way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 06:49:44</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ the eyes have it</strong><br><br>Only when Lily cast her eyes did Tsade stir. His hand to her collar. The leash clipped neatly in place. His hands on her wrists to cuff her hands in front. It was not a mercy but a reward. She would learn how loudly he spoke with his actions. She would learn as quickly as she had not to displease him. <br><br>Without another word he beckoned her to follow. There was no secret. He knew she was watching and probably as impatient as he was to leave the room. He did not turn in the same direction as they had come earlier. Instead to turned opposite. There was an elevator build for other purposes and hardly used. <br><br>He pressed the button up as they waited. Unlike the others this one opened immediately and he gave her a tug before stepping side. He waited for her to enter and take her position behind him in the empty lift. It would be only the two of them on the way up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 14:03:57</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>Her Wes welled, but Lily held back the tears. The leash, the cuffs, all things she no longer wanted. She hadn't asked for any of this. The sweet girl from Shaw's was miserable. She was mad and hurt all the same time. All she water was for him to listen to her. <br><br>She followed as he took her to a new elevator, one they had not been in before. Fear ripped through her body, where was he taking her, it wasn't back to his room that was for certain. Maybe he was throwing her out, or maybe it was a fate worse than she wanted. Either way, she followed and remained quiet in the elevator. She would say what she needed to when they got to where ever they were going. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 23:31:16</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ leaving with Lilly</strong><br><br>Tsade faced the door of the elevator as it closed. The tremble under foot indicated the hydralics engaged and the lift rose up along the large wire cables. He said nothing. Didn't look at her. He just stared at the doors. Letting the tension build. Nothing wrong with her feeling a little tense. Once the lift stopped and the doors opened they would be walking again. The lift wasn't going to the moon. Soon it would stop. There was no reason to hold a conversation with her now. They would be back in his apartment shortly. <br><br>Their conversation might take all night.<br><br>The lift shook slightly as it stopped. The bell dinged signaling that the door would open. He tucked on his lapel and rolled his shoulder in preparation for stepping out. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 23:56:26</strong>
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				MADISON&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It was a shock to the system when Madison took in the mob before herself and Moussad. His disregard for the people who were cheering. When pulled forward she planted her feet firmly on the ground and stood, waiting for Moussad to face her. With his attention Madison went off. "Stop talking about me like I've done something wrong. They," she paused and pointed to the crowd, "they like me! They enjoyed the performance of Evie and myself put on. They're fans not a lynch mob! If you didn't like it then get a damn clue. You made money off us remember?" Madi's chest heaved while her manacled hands clenched into fists before turning to the others. "Thank you for your support, perhaps we will see you again the next time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 00:51:58</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ beating the pretty Diva</strong><br><br>Moussad felt the tug and came to an abrupt stop. His hand on his dagger thinking someone at the edge of the crowd had turned and captured her. It enraged him. He thought she was very good. She didn't deserve to be lynched. He was going to take her back no matter the cost.<br><br>He turned ready to strike but the taunt leash led to Madison. She stood all alone.&nbsp; She was talking to him in a tone that had him turning his head from side to side in disbelieve. He had just saved her from the angry mob and she was yelling something at him so fast he couldn't catch all the words. <br><br>But her meaning was clear. His eye brows raised. His voice the sound of a promising eruption. <br><br>"Okay."<br><br>"I beat you now." He said calmly.<br><br>The leash was taunt he just jerked it hard enough to dragged her off her feet. His eyes were glowing with anger. His expression set and he kept jerking her leash down the hallway to keep her off her feet until he found one of those room. <br><br>He pushed a door open and pulled her in behind him. He was so angry he was shaking. His hand to the crop at his belt as he locked her leash to a ring on the floor. He was screaming obscenities in fluent Aramaic with a drop or two of badly mangled english.<br><br>"MOther!!&nbsp; You Devaja!!&nbsp; Bismis Jarel piss in a rope!!&nbsp; Garzamara Two dogs they fuck make babies!!&nbsp; Oh no you did not! Girl&nbsp; my friend!!"&nbsp; <br><br>Throckbottle looked on horrified.&nbsp; Those who had been standing around for the lesson to begin now stood behind the dance instructor hoping to become so small that they were invisible.&nbsp; <br><br>Humphrey pressed the paper bag tighter to his face and tried to think happy thoughts while he witnessed what might possibly be describe as a violent homicide with a crop. Or at least a hell of a whipping. God that had to hurt, he thought and winced with each strike.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 01:30:57</strong>
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				MADISON~ a beating of a lifetime&nbsp; &nbsp;This was unbelievable! Never had she expected Moussad to turn on her so quickly. Abruptly she was yanked and dragged to her possible demise, tripping over the skirt until she was dragged and then fastened to the floor. The crop struck out with a ferocity she hadn't recognized. It didn't even equal that of the whip in Vern's hands. Over and over the crop made contact on her tender flesh, Moussad's words hardly making sense, much more jumbled than anything else she had heard. Madison was groaning and crying out with shrieks of pain. The room was mostly filled with her punishment but there were other sounds, sounds that signified other people. "Are you all animals? Someone stop him!" she pleaded, breaking down into a fit of sobs. Her body would twist and tense, moving in any way she thought would protect her, but it was all useless, the crop hit its mark regardless and if it didn't, her flesh didn't go unmarred. "Speak English damn it!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 01:45:30</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ with the last great conversationalist</strong><br><br>Well, there was something at least about the way Vern was - she wouldnt get bored to death by him talking about crap and stuff she knew nothing about.&nbsp; Infact he didnt seem to talk much at all, more grunt.&nbsp; He was a man of few words, unless they were one syllable and easy to use.&nbsp; She understood him, he liked to talk like a 5 year old.&nbsp; That was easy to deal with, she wondered if he enjoyed playing with toy cars, when he wasnt killing something with his bare hands he probably had a full toy box!!!<br><br>He actually made her feel intelligent.&nbsp; She walked along after him, humming some nameless tune, "so, oh Master of Mine, to where art we heading now?" she asked, deliberatley using flowery language....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 02:51:41</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Godiva</strong><br><br>She was talkin again. Mumblin about something and then asked somethin else he half heard. He shrugged his shoulders and gave the leash a tug when he turned right. <br><br>She talked too damn much that's why she was walkin&nbsp; behind him. He had to admit he liked hearin her voice but not answerin. He was thinkin about givin her a one question a day spendin limit. He'd even throw in a decent response if that would have been it. <br><br>He knew her. One question answered would only have her making up twenty more just to have something to say. Fuck that. That's why he had her going to singin lessons; wear her tongue and jaw out.&nbsp; Then off to that other shit.<br><br>&nbsp;If they had a soccer team she'd be in that too. He thought about just having her run a circuit but he figured security would misunderstand and set the dogs after her.&nbsp; Or swimmin, if he could keep the shark from trying to make a snack of her he'd toss her in the deep in and give her that kind of exercise. No chance of that!<br><br>So they were goin to fuckin dance class. He'd dump her little ass off and get a beer before collecting her and taking her to eat. Maybe a good lap dance while she ate fries from his finger tips.&nbsp; Lots or nourishing carbo-hydrates&nbsp; a start of a Healthy diet while she got exercise. <br><br>He gave her leash a tug as he turned right. The door he was eyeing about half way down the hall was open. A man's head popped out.&nbsp; The eyes wore a worried expression as Vern's met his. The head disappeared behind the door and the sound of it shutting solidly echoed in the corridor. <br><br>"Hmmm..." Vern grunted just for Evie.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 03:01:52</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ with Sir Sayalot</strong><br><br>She hadnt been expecting a response from him.&nbsp; She knew he would speak when he needed to, but he hadnt told her to be quiet.&nbsp; She had no idea where they were going, but that didnt matter, she followed along happily.&nbsp; He had a broad back, wide shoulders and she really didnt want to piss him off but this was just....<br><br>One thing stopped her, having her damn hands cuffed behind her, she wished he wouldnt keep cuffing them, or even if they were cuffed in front it would have been better, but her bright idea flittered out the window, along with so many others over the years.&nbsp; She sighed, trudging along behind him, looking at the drab colored walls.<br><br>"You know if you put some color on the walls the place really would be a lot nicer" she commented, "maybe some prints, and some rugs, the floor is very cold" she rambled on, skipping to keep up.&nbsp; "And slow down will ya!!! Its like we're on a route march" she exclaimed, sighing loudly.<br><br>"So where are we going.&nbsp; And please dont say dancing, cos I am the worlds worst dancer" she said, talking again.&nbsp; Watching as a head poked out and then disappeared.&nbsp; Strange place this....<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 03:16:57</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She stayed quiet bit her ire grew. She never knew she could feel such anger, but she was wronged and he had to know that. Otherwise, she wanted to go back with the goon Vern. <br><br>She wasn't tense, well maybe a little wondering where they were going. She knew he would punish her, wrongly punish her. Jewel was the trouble maker so why wasn't she hit? This was unjust punishment and Lily knew it even if Tsade didn't. <br><br>As the elevator came to a stop, Lily looked up, waiting to see what was on the other side of those doors. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 05:51:54</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ Giving English Lessons to Madison</strong><br><br>Moussad brought the crop down purposefully. His aim exact. He coated her ass and thighs with the sting of the crop. Hard but only hard enough. Meant to punish and bite her flesh. The clothes she wore protected some parts. It didn't matter. He was painting her a bright red so she would never embarrass him again. <br><br>"English?" He barked, hitting her multiple times with the leather of the crop.&nbsp; <br><br>It sounded like someone hitting a mattress. The thumping and slapping sounds echoed in the room. Those edging towards the door moved slowly so not to draw undo attention to their retrograde advance. <br><br>"You Speakah english??&nbsp; NO!! I break dah crop of ah camel mother onna you bidonaculars first!!" He roared.<br><br>Moussad's hand sprung back. The crop whipped limply and bent to one sides. "AHhh SHITS!! Lookah you done!! ""<br><br>" Now is new I need!!" he howled as he raised the mangled crop to beat her . <br><br>Those trying to be very small in the corner moved slowly. They moved as limbs on a single plant. It was Throckbottle who led the charge. He reached the door first. Slowly turned the knob. Opened the door quietly and peeked out. <br><br>His body jerked and he slammed the door.&nbsp; " BLooDDyY HELL!!" <br><br>He locked it and pressed his back against it holding his breath and praying that what was coming down the hall in this direction would keep right on coming.&nbsp; <br><br>Humphrey groaned in pain and wheezed each word, "It can't be HIM!!" <br><br>Moussad froze mid swing as the door slammed shut . He hadn't noticed any of them before. He straightened with a new rush of curiosity.&nbsp; <br><br>Throckbottle made small noises thru his flaring nostrils. He eyed the paper bag left on the stool nervously as Moussad measured him in the way a saber tooth lion thought about dinner.<br><br>Moussad reached down and grabbed a handful of Madison's hair to lift her head up. <br><br>"YOU teach mine dancing Yes?" Moussad growled.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 16:48:23</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~&nbsp; the return</strong><br><br>For the first time in years Tsade was warm in the jacket. Countless board meetings. Countless crisis. Countless one of a kind business deal and none had him as warm in that jacket as the last few hours with Lily.<br><br>The trainer in him remained expressionless. The executive in him remained unreadable. The elevator doors opened and Tsade both trainer and executive stepped out into the corridor that was home stretch. He gave the leash a light tug, convinced she too wanted to find refuge behind the door of his suite. <br><br>He walked without conversation. He moved to the check point and flashed his pass. <br><br>The two security stole looks at Lily. Covetous looks. Feral looks. The heat of desire flashed in their eyes momentarily. <br><br>Tsade pretended not to notice. He pretended it didn't matter. He acted as if he didn't care while inside he wanted to removed his coat and roll up his sleeves for a round of silly buggers. Instead he was impassive because it was what he did when on the job. <br><br>And security motioned him past politely because that was their job.&nbsp; But all the while they stole those looks at Lily and sized him up thinking they could take him. <br><br>Tsade did not seem to notice but stepped off once again. Tugging the leash lightly once again. His steady even pace belied his deep desire to get her behind that door. He fought the urge to rush as he passed other moving in the opposite direction. He took the last few steps to the door calmly.&nbsp; <br><br>On the last step, the door swung open and Tsade stepped thru bringing Lily behind him. He brought her into the entry way. A few steps past the door. <br><br>He waited until he heard the door click shut before he turned swiftly.&nbsp; Grabbed her suddenly. Unexpectedly crushing her to his chest and capturing her mouth in a hard hungry kiss. <br><br>They were home.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Mr. Blackstone's Office </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 20:09:59</strong>
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				The crop fell so many more times and with a snap she thought it would all end. Madison looked up to see a snapped crop and an even angrier Moussad. "No- no! I didn't do anything wrong!" she tried to reason, bracing herself for another series of thwacks after the male voice spoke up but felt none. Madison was so shaken she collapsed to her knees, a fresh fit of tears pouring down her cheeks as she trembled on the floor. "No dancing, please." A gasp and struggle not to vomit she worked to rise once more. "I don't dance professionally."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 23:17:03</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She stepped behind him, being obedient until they were behind closed doors. Then she would let it rip, tell him how he was wrong. <br><br>She saw how the men looked at her, she knew any man in that place would relish a good girl. She was innocent and so sweet, just looking at her anyone would know that. Still she fumed, she was stuck with HIM, the one that just didn't understand her. He may have ha many other girls, but Lily was different. It was because she was so sweet that made her different. <br><br>Lost in her thoughts she hadn't even realized that they had stepped into his quarters. When she did, she opened her mouth to protest. Before she could get a single word out, her body was pressed to his and he was kissing her hard. What the hell kind of game was he playing? Was he trying to twist and snap her mind, because it was not happening. <br><br>She broke from the kiss and pulled back, "You were wrong today, I did not deserve that punishment, and you know it." Lily spoke quietly, barely above a whisper, but she was still strong in her conviction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 00:58:31</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ waiting for the dance teacher</strong><br><br>Throckbottle bobbed his head nervously and tried to remain very quiet. His ever sense was focused behind him at the threat that was approaching. The foreigner in front of him was worrisome enough for Humphrey to do or say most anything to calm the man down then explain things clearly later.<br><br>Moussad's response to Madison's shouting was swift and awful. His hand went to her back and he pushed her back down. Her forehead touching the floor. Her ass in the air. The classic position of submission.<br><br>"Stay put!" He growled, "I talk at this man now!" <br><br>Throckbottle jerked as the door he leaned against got hammered but held.&nbsp; His eyes widened and he eyed the paper bag like it was his salvation.<br><br>"HEY!! Stick in ass man!! YOU give lesson this one. Yes?" Moussad called out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 19:38:36</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ at home</strong><br><br>She broke the kiss. She pulled away. Instead of a question for clarification she proceeded to correct her Master. How utterly insane. <br><br>He lost the expressive look, replacing it with that flat blank line that gave away nothing. His voice in the same calm tone as yesterday when she lay chained on her back after he had beaten her. <br><br>"What are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 19:48:51</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She looked to him and stepped away, she didn't want to be close to him not now. "I am yours owned by you, but I am no child. Sir, if this gets&nbsp; me a beating that I will endure that, but I did not deserve that punishment in the dance studio. I was baited, tricked, and as hard as I tried to do the right thing by not being idle or disobedient, I still got hit. I trusted that girl and she sucked me into something I didn't even want to do. I got punished and she stood there and gloated."<br><br>Lily then put her eyes down, and shook her head, "This is not for me, everything I do, everything I try to make right, you don't like. I don't understand you. At least with Vern, he was mean and you knew what you were getting, pure hell. With you, though, I have no idea." She then waited for the hammer to drop. She didn't care, she needed to speak her mind to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 23:07:07</strong>
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				Madison growled, but the strength Moussad used to push her back to the floor was something she could never match. Instead of struggling she followed his lead, forehead touching the floor with her rear raised. In some twisted way she felt like a bitch in heat, offering herself to another for release. The ultimate sign of submission. With that thought Madison tried to push up, only to somehow fall back into position, her subconscience unwilling to allow another beating. Everything worked against her as she tried to maintain a certain level of independence. The banging of the door continued and she peered up from the floor, "You better let him in. He isn't the patient type."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 02:11:55</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ knocking people up... side the head.. yep</strong><br><br>In response to Evie's endless chatter Vern kept a trail of grunting responses. It kept her happy and moving to the room where the creep was peaking out.<br><br>Vern frowned as he came to the door. If it was lock. He stared at the knob for a minute. He stared hard at it. He gripped it and it disappeared in his palm. He gave it a twist and leaned on the door expecting it to open.<br><br>It didn't budge.<br><br>He frowned and put his shoulder into it. The frame groaned. The door held.&nbsp; Vern's frown deepened.<br><br>He called over his shoulder to Evie, "Move to the left."<br><br>His palm massaging the door about fist height. Patting it in apology. <br><br>He curled his hand into a rail road two handed mallet size fist. He pulled back his arm under as if he were gonna run, in a swinging motion. The kind of motion that was like a thousand pound and chain swinging from a 30 foot crane. That one swing had all the power of a nuclear explosion were the knuckles of his fist was about to impact the door&nbsp; just above the handle. <br><br>"Close your eyes." He said not wanting her to get hit by splinters. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 04:10:16</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ training lily</strong><br><br>He stood impassively as she spoke about things she did not understand. She would. But first there was the very&nbsp; fundamental point she kept over looking. He once again spoke.<br><br>"What are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 04:25:10</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~with Madison</strong><br><br>Moussad slapped Madison's ass. He pushed her shirt down to her knees. He slipped his fingers in her pussy as he bent over her.<br><br>"Hot cunt, I take you where you're ass dance while men fuck you many times," He told her. <br><br>He glanced over as the door exploded. A fist the side of a 76 Ford Anglia crashed thru. The would shattered sending splinters everywhere.&nbsp; But it was the hand that had Moussad's attention.<br><br>It also had Throckbottle's attention. Mostly because after it was on his side of the door it was also around his throat. His eyes bulged and his hands went in the universal sign of choking. <br><br>"Open door maybe he not kill you a lot huh!" Moussad offered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 14:13:33</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She looked at him with confusion on her face, hadn't she already told him she was his? She took another step back, thoughts racing through her mind. "A slave, and I don't want that any more. I want to go home. I want my parents, my bed. I'm not made for this. I thought I could handle it, but, but..." <br><br>She stopped speaking and swallowed hard. She was alone, no Evie, no Madison, just a man that confused her more and more with every action. "I don't want this, I want someone to love me, not hurt me for every decision I make. Yes decision, decisions you don't think I should be making a all. I'm not like that, a mindless blob that says yes to everything. I'm Lily, look at me, Lily not Ava not whatever name you want to give me to hide me from the world." <br><br>She took pause then another step. "I'm a good girl, no one has ever treated me like this." All Lily wanted right now was to go home, be her own person. Tell her parents she loved them, she was sorry for whatever she had done to be sent to that school. She didn't want to cry, but she felt her body tense and her eyes began to sting. This was just too much to bear for the sweet girl and she wanted to not be alone any more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 19:47:59</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily </strong><br><br>A slave. She said it and thought that things would change just because she didn't want it.&nbsp; There was more privilege and freedom in his collar than she would ever know being free. Not that free was an option. <br><br>It was now up to him to decide if she was to be in his collar or was she a commodity. Something to be used occasionally.&nbsp; Someone who would service him as he wished. <br><br>Her dogma refreshing. Her desire to have a voice, to count was very admirable. Both were totally useless in a slave. <br><br>"Kneel before your Master slave girl," He said calmly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 22:00:53</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>Even through all this, he never answered her. He never said one word. She knew no matter what she said, she was never going to get through to him. She was just a body and nothing more. Tears in her eyes, Lily knew she was defeated, she got down on her knees and took the correct position. Her body jerking from the crying she was doing was her eyes looked to the floor.&nbsp; She had probably ruined any chance of being in his good graces now and would be shipped off to some animal that would beat her without mercy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 00:37:32</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Lily</strong><br><br>She knelt. Tsade wasn't sure she would but she knelt. Inspite of everything she knelt. <br><br>Kneeling she understood. Her submission no. He gave a nod of approval for her position and stepped away. A foot stool waited in a corner and he had it in his hand&nbsp; as he returned to her.<br><br>He placed it before her. Then sat on it facing her. His fingers to her chin he raising her chin until he looked into her eyes. <br><br>"First, let me be clear about what you were punished for and why you were punished by Throckbottle." He began quietly as if explaining things patiently.<br><br>"A free man gave you a direction. Instead of obeying, you started explaining why you should do what he said.&nbsp; Slave are always punished by those they offend then are often punished later by their owners."<br><br>"I told you this morning a slave does what she is told even if she doesn't like it or thinks it's wrong. She does it."<br><br>"I told you I would handle things, and you were to do as directed." <br><br>"You did not do as I directed," He emphases "I" . <br><br>"Instead you tried to defend yourself.&nbsp; &nbsp;And lost. Slave against trainer, Slave against Master; Slave against free man or woman, the slave loses even if she is right."<br><br>"Had you done as you were told and allowed me to handle the situation the outcome would have been different."<br><br>&nbsp;"You may ask three questions or comments," He said not unkindly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 03:53:21</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She didn't want to look him in the eye, didn't want him to see her tear stained face. She was a pitiful sight to look at, hurt and sad, miserable and so alone. At that very moment as he spoke to her, Lily's heart broke in two. She would never have a thought of her own any more and it crushed her. Lily's bottom lip quivered as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks. <br><br>She was broken and shook her head, "I have nothing to say, my talking has gotten me into enough trouble Sir", she whispered. She tried to take in a breath but found it difficult to do so. She dropped her head once more and fell silent, broken, never to speak out of turn ever again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 17:16:58</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ open Sesame</strong><br><br>Evie moved to the side as dierected by Vern, wondering what he was going to do.&nbsp; She was beginning to realise this man was unlike any others.&nbsp; She wasnt actually suprised when he simply put his fist through the door.&nbsp; She sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her head in amusement.<br><br>"Open sesame I suppose" she murmured, peeking out from under her long lashes to see if he had completely wrecked the door, but nope, still just a hole with his huge hand going through it.&nbsp; She heard startled gasps and wondered if he had impaled some unfortunate bastard on the other side...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:57:03</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ training Lily</strong><br><br>"Out there is not in here, sweet Lily," He said. <br><br>His fingers slipped easily between her legs. She was beautiful with the stain of tears, the anguish and confusion, the punishment that had been inflicted on her.&nbsp; Eatable. His<br><br>&nbsp;Her punishment had been light but it served his multifold purpose. He did not care to tell her. She had no reason to know it, she was a slave.<br><br>&nbsp;"Out there you are Ava. I am the Director. In private you are my Lily, I am your Master." He told her.<br><br>He stroked across her soft pussy lips. Teasing her clit. Expertly finding ways to heat her as she suffered. There was something very satisfying in pouring his fingers along her heat. Very soon he would ignite her and watch her burn. <br><br>"In either place, with either name, you are mine," He said quietly his own hunger growing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:57:50</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ hands on experience</strong><br><br>Vern's finger tips found flesh and put his hand on it. His fingers curled around a chicken size neck. He gave it a shake for good measure and heard it squawk. Yep. Chicken.<br><br>"Okay dip shit! Open the fuckin door or I'll pull you thru this fuckin peep hole and get the goddam key myself."<br><br>Just for good measure Vern jerked his hand back trying to pulled that head with it. Of course the head and the body attacked to it was too big to go thru the smaller hole for now.<br><br>Vern jerked his hand back twice more. Two good Thwumps! Dust and plaster rained down from the frame. Vern gave his head a shake to get the stuff off his head.<br><br>"Well?"&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 03:13:12</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She stayed quiet except for the little squeaks and chirps from her sobbing. She knew she could never have a thought for herself and it killed her. She was nothing but a porcelain doll now, one to just say 'yes' to anything and never object. <br><br>As he stroked her, he made her feel even worse. A body, a sex toy for him. Her body reacted to his touch, got wet just like he knew she would. Her sobs turned to gulps for air, her body shaking from both the sorrow and from him arousing her right there on the floor of his room. Her heart broken, she had no choice but to serve him and his whims. She wanted her friends, she wanted Evie and Madi, just a friendly face to bring her comfort. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 05:46:49</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ teasing Lily</strong><br><br>His fingers working the sweat from her. He would allow her to escape from the orgasm he built in her. He watched wondering if she'd remember to ask permission. It was important for her to know who owned her body and who owned her. She needed to come to terms with those facts tonight. <br><br>He'd feed her soon enough. For now she had missed a very important part of who she was and he meant to insure she caught on quickly.&nbsp; Talking could happen but she was too stubborn to hear what he had said. She only heard what she wanted to hear. Only did what she wanted to do as if she were a part time slave. <br>That part time behavior ended here, and it ended tonight. She would be his full time. She would know her place with him. She would find who she really was and quit pretending to make everyone happy.&nbsp; Trying to think too much when she only needed to obey. <br><br>He focused on building a volcano inside her.&nbsp; His hands everywhere. He added his mouth and landed with determination to heat up her until she begged him to take her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 06:03:29</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She dared not look at him, the broken darling girl that no longer did anything but what he would tell her to. Mindless, a drone, only told to obey and keep quiet. She wondered even if she saw Evie and Madi if she puke even be allowed to look at them, much less talk to them. She had no idea they had already seen each othe once more, sang together. Lily felt so alone with Tsade. <br><br>Lily inhaled deeply as he continued to bring her to arousal. She didn't moan, she didn't pant, she stayed quiet as could be. Shaw's and this man had taken the true Lily away leaving a shell of the girl that once was. She looked away to the right before his mouth took over. She ever so quietly, softly whispered, "Sir, may I cum?", not forgetting the earlier lessons he instilled in her. All was not lost on her what he had taught her, just knowing she would never have a voice in anything that involved her was what killed that spirit. She was there to obey and never defy, and Lily never would ever again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 06:15:50</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><strong><br>She asked permission. Held for him and gave him her body then asked permission.<br><br>"Yes...cum Lily," He said quietly. <br><br>She had to know who owned even her pleasure before she knew her place. That would come very soon tonight also. </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 06:27:32</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She bad his permission, without a second thought, Lily's body tensed, and her body shook for the orgasm that rocked her petite frame. Her juices flooded his hand, and her cheeks turned red as beets. <br><br>She closed her eyes and took in deep breaths to calm herself. She kept them closed as long as she could knowing he would have more punishment in store for her this night. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 07:06:21</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>She gripped his fingers as she tossed her hips. Her hands still in place as he chewed her nipples. A cry. An admission of her need. He loved how she felt as she shuddered against him. <br><br>He rode her to the end of her orgasm. He allowed her that great pleasure at his hands. His desire. His will, the orgasm from him because he wanted to see her quiver.<br><br>His hand to a breast. Cupping and pinching her. Roughing her nipple. He tugged it to life as he reached into his pocket for the clovers and chain.&nbsp; First one nipple. The clamp tightened and squeezed as he worked her other breasts.<br><br>It too feel under the same contraption. It viced slowly with a tug. He flicked them both with his fingers so that her nipples wiggled harshly. Then he added a weigh to each one.<br><br>"You'll walk on all fours tonight," He told her. <br><br>"Move to all fours. Spread your legs wide and put your forehead to the floor," He instructed. <br><br>He hadn't run out of closers or weighs. Tonight she would earn her place at the foot of his bed and beg to serve him. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 13:03:50</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>Her nightmare cotinued as he clamped her first nipple. The pain seared through her body and she kept silent still. The second clip and tears rolled harder, this was a fate no girl deserved, no matter what. Her body hurt so much, she tried to make her mind numb. <br><br>She slowly moved to all fours and put her head to the floor, and knew he wasn't finished with her. She knew pain would rip through her body in every part of her body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 22:58:41</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ watching with some amazement</strong><br><br>Evie stood back, eyes open again now.&nbsp; She knew he had said to close them but this was just to much fun to watch.&nbsp; Vern was just...well...an animal.<br><br>She grinned at the startled, half dying sounds from beyond the door, some poor smuck was the object of Vern's desires.&nbsp; Evie sighed when he tried to pull the lump through, the poor man - she thought it was a man from the weird noises was not gonna fit.<br><br>"Emmm, Master, dont you think you might wanna let the smuck go?" she said, moving to Vern, "he's no good to anyone dead" she said to him softly, her voice smooth, gentle, weedling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 01:00:20</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ a slave's use</strong><br><br>Lily had spent one night with Tsade. It had been a night of pleasure for them both. Today was a test of wills as was normal for any new slave. Tonight would be her first night as a man's slave. <br><br>She was on all fours. Her bra pulled down and the clamps dancing down. His hand to the small of her back, slipping between the material of her thong and her flesh. A tug and it dropped to the floor. He stood and walked to the equipment hanging on the wall. <br><br>His hand to the crop. He traced along her hip. Then reached over to the other. A smart snap and the leather caught her flesh enough to bite but nothing more. <br><br>"Higher, raise your ass and offer your wet glistening pussy," He said with more calm then he felt. <br><br>He moved to her right side. The crop trailing. Tapping lightly on her back, and across her shoulders to remind her it was there. He brushed it along her ribs then sunk under her belly. He squatted and tapped the nipple clamps so that they jiggled her breasts. <br><br>She had breasts meant for rings while her ass would look delicious painted cherry red, and the night was young. <br><br>"If I give you to a free man and tell you to do as you are told, and he tells you to do something. What should you do?" Tsade asked fingering the nearest clamp. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 02:57:16</strong>
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				<strong>Lily the church mouse</strong><br><br>She kept quiet through all of it. Her breasts hurt and burned as they were clamped so hard. She tried to bide away in her mind, green fields, the breeze, blue skies. The crop on her snapping her back to reality. She scooted her knees closer to her chest to raise her bum higher in the air as he instructed. <br><br>Green fields, the breeze, blue skies. Pain on her body, fear in her heart. The crop tracing over her. Green fields, the breeze, blue skies. <br><br>His question bringing her back once more. "Obey him," she murmured. Her eyes closed once more. Green fields, the breeze, blue skies, the only escape from her torment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:30:54</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade got the answer he wanted. He removed the clamps and shoved them in his trousers pocket. <br><br>"Glad you now understand," He said and stood.<br><br>The crop was back among the equipment on the wall. He turned back to her. <br><br>"Open your eyes," He remarked. "Never close your eyes on me,&nbsp; never shut me out."<br><br>It wasn't a threat it was a warning. She'd find herself in a cage down stairs waiting for security to get thru raping her and she wouldn't be back. He'd be done with her.<br><br>&nbsp;There were multiple bitches and new one's came thru every day. He had his pick. He had chosen her, not because she was innocent. He had chosen her because he liked her and thought she might want to be with him. However, things hadn't gone as planned today. She had not followed his instructions or obey a free man. <br><br>She was the director's bitch and fair or not, as far as his boss was concerned if he couldn't get a compliant bitch to follow instructions then how was he going to run a slave kennel with the resistant type. So either she was the passive resistant type or she was a give up, or maybe she just needed to get grounded. <br><br>It had to happen tonight. <br><br>"Crawl to the chair and kneel," He said.<br><br>He was hungry. She needed fed and he would see she cleaned them both and then off to bed. Which bed depended on how foolish she acted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:51:54</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She felt the clamps come off and she sighed in relief. Her body still trobbed, but at least those damn clips were off of her. <br><br>She opened her eyes out of sheer fear. Listen and do as he said, nothing more, nothing less. Follow orders, don't argue, don't resist, ever. Her world had turned on it's ear today and Lily kept her silence, only speaking when told to. <br><br>Crawl. Crawl to the chair. She did just that, crawled and presented herself as taught to. Lily's eyes to the ground. Never closed, only averted. She felt empty, lonely. There was still sadness on her face as she stayed there by the chair unmoving, waiting for his next order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 19:42:26</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ dinner</strong><br><br>She was magnificent. A simple young girl well versed in obeying, she would be required to adjust to two very different places. He came to the chair and sat, his hand brushing her cheek as he sat up and looked at her.<br><br>The butler placing food and drink on the end table at his elbow and slipped away. <br><br>Tsade ignored him. He ignored the food for the moment. Nothing mattered but reaching Lily.<br><br>"In private, you will earn certain freedoms you are to never display beyond these rooms." He said.<br><br>"What happens in here is very different than what happens out there for both of us." He explained. <br><br>"Out there you are expect to be a perfect slave and I your Grand Master," He took a slow breath. <br><br>"In here with me, not the Grand Master, but me you might find what you need," He said.<br><br>"I will take what I need from you in here. I will give to you in here," he motioned her close.<br><br>"Come to me. I want to hold you and look into your eyes," He said quietly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 21:12:20</strong>
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				<strong>Lily reaching an understanding...somewhat</strong><br><br>He touched her cheek and her arms covered in goosebumps, the tender touch making her wonder once more what exactly he wanted from her. <br><br>Then her answer came, she would essentially live two lives, once behind his walls, and one in public. Perfect Slave, even she did not know how to be "perfect", but for Lily, the fear of punishment if she didn't try weighted heavily on her. There was a lot for her to learn, and after one day, it was a lot to take in for the innocent girl. <br><br>How to disconnect his tenderness behind closed doors with his stern behavior in public. How to feel freedom of some sort then have it snatched away in front of others. She would stumble and fall, probably a few times, and she would have to deal with that. <br><br>She missed her friends as well, Madi and Evie, were they still there? Had they been shipped off? Some other assurance she wasn't alone in all of this. <br><br>She nodded in understanding as he told her all of what she expected. She would try, try to be what he asked of her. If she screwed up, she would deal with that when the time came. <br><br>She didn't know what to do so she crawled to him once more, kneeling in front of him, eyes still to the floor. The crying had ceased, and little Lily just stayed there, unsure if she was supposed to get into his lap of if he would get her up from the floor. She stayed silent, not told to speak, and she wouldn't, Instructions and commands, she knew that she had to follow everything now to the letter. Somehow in the pit of her stomach, as time went on, she would grow to understand this relationship better and be more comfortable with it. For now though, she was still learning, a like a baby taking it's first steps, and she hoped he would be somewhat patient with her, at least for a short time unlike she got a handle on how everything worked in her new world. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 22:32:42</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ making ah new peek hole </strong><br><br>Vern wrinkled his brows at Evie's suggestion. A sign that he was considering it. His arm kept rocking back and forth at the hole. A steady thumping echoed in the hall as the body on the other side crashed against the door.&nbsp; The whimpers were more like mewing just before Vern stopped.<br><br>"Open the Fuckin door!" Vern snarled and adjusted his clenched fist enough to allow the neck to twist on it's own.<br><br>Vern waited, ready to gripped that neck once more. Seconds past. Time enough for Vern to consider violent alternative to just snatching the neck. He opened his fingers wider to get a better grip.<br><br>Click!<br><br>The door knob turned and the door inched back slightly. The voice on the other side a hoarse whisper.<br><br>"Entteeer."<br><br>Vern gave an approving nod. "Thats more like it!"<br><br>He tugged the leash, and called to Evie without looking back, "Come on lil slut!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 02:22:58</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~stripper/escort?</strong><br><br>The commotion near the door wasn't enough to pull Madison from her thoughts as she remained prostrate with her rump and sex bared for all, meaty fingers moving inside her while his mismatched English rang over and over. Madison simply imagined herself dancing on stage, twirling around a pole somewhere, singing possibly, and then going back stage for people with fat wallets and allowing them to use her.<br><br>That was what his words translated to in her mind. <em>If this raghead would just learn to speak right! Everything would be so much easier!</em> she thought, squirming in an attempt to get away.<br><br>Finally the familiar voice of Vern and Evie broke through her fog. Maybe there was a chance for escape. if she could just find a way to speak to her alone. Of course she would want to find Lily first and save her as well if possible. Yes, time away from the man who could have her hating him one minute and wanting nothing more that to please him the next would be beneficial. give Madison a chance to remind herself of who she was and reverse the damage of the night before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 05:08:13</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with lily</strong><br><br>Something changed. She seemed different in a good way. The honey moon was over and she was here. No one had lasted thru the morning. No one except Lily. <br><br>He folded his arms around her and brought her to his lap. His hand brushing her stray curls from her cheek. He smiled as he looked into her eyes. He took her wrist and placed them on his shirt. <br><br>"Open it, get your hands warm," He offered. <br><br>His eyes softened. "We're home now."<br><br>He kissed her nose and grinned. "Hungry?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 05:19:39</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison</strong><br><br>Moussad wished she could understand english. He was certain it was probably too hard for her. He had good english. He had good cock for her and meant to spear her after she danced. First he wanted her hot enough to drop a pineapple and get grill marks on it. He stroked her as he pulled her hair. Stretching her as she took more of his two fingers deeper inside her. She was tight enough to squeeze a quarter and give fifty cent's change. <br><br>The thumping was annoying. He lifted his head from her shoulder where he was kissing and nipped to shout.&nbsp; It was too late. Throckbottle had lost a good portion of the blood from his face with the tourniquet that was the hand around his neck.<br><br>There was only one pair of hands that big.&nbsp; Moussad grinned wondering if Throckbottle head would pop like a cork or just drop off. <br><br>Neither happened. Somehow the man was able to unlock the door backwards, much to Moussad's disappointment.&nbsp; The door slipped open in relief and Throckbottle sank to the floor attempting to crawl over to the stood with the paper bag.<br><br>"Hey Fuck ah You Mudder!! How you been lousy enough this day?" Moussad said in his most colorful english.<br><br>He slapped Madison on her ass, and whispered to her, "Back to those fingers my slave!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 05:44:23</strong>
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				<strong>Lovely Lily</strong><br><br>She felt like a child in his arms and curled up on his lap as he lifted her there. She stayed quiet and her eyes were soft. Her breathing was gentle and calm now, evened out from earlier when she felt crushed from the days events. <br><br>She rested her head on his shoulder as his touch flames her more. Her fingers still trembled somewhat as he told her to undo his shirt. She carefully and slowly undid the buttons, then she slipped her hands inside, but did not move them.<br><br>His gentleness is what got her through the rest of the night. She nodded when he asked if she was hungry and even managed to muster a grin as he kissed her nose. Lily didn't want to move for fear of breaking the magic, this moment was so calming and serene for her, she did not want it to end. <br><br>She would do her best for him, not let him down tomorrow. If she was asked, she would obey, no matter what. She would do as she was told, even if it was to attempt the impossible. She would not repeat the mistakes of today if she could help it. <br><br>She closed her eyes then opened them just as quickly remembering his words. Every command a reason, every instruction a purpose, and she knew that now, understood it better. <br><br>She remained curled in his lap like a cat as her stomach spoke for itself. She blushed and looked away, "I'm sorry," she whispered embarrassed that her tummy was angrily rumbling at him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 16:00:49</strong>
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				Madison groaned and hung her head in defeat, her body seemingly shrinking further into the floor as her ass raised, impaling herself on Moussad's fingers. Fresh waves of humiliation washed over her, her position in front of all those standing more degrading than her orgasm while being whipped. Her ass stung and there was a pulsating throb where the red handprint mixed with the muted welts of the crop and angry bruises, welts, and lumps from her whipping. Still she looked nothing like the battered Evie who looked like she had gotten into a fight with a gorilla. Madi's head raised as Vern's form moved through the door, "Fucking brute. Heh, Ape fits," 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 17:51:22</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ with a real Gentlemen.....</strong><br><br>"Bout bloody time" Evie murmured as the door finally opened.&nbsp; "You are such a gentlemen" she muttered to Vern, walking as he started into the room.<br><br>She was surprised to see Madi again.&nbsp; On her knees with the rag heads fingers buried in her pussy.&nbsp; For some reason the scene made her groan.&nbsp; "Damn Madi, that looks like fun, can anyone join in?" she asked her, looking at Vern with desire filled eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fuck me?" she asked him, rubbing her tits against his chest, "I really wnat you to stick you big hard cock in me" she told him, her eyes sparkling. She didnt care about those watching, she was fucking horny.<br><br>"Shes getting some, now I want some." She pouted...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 20:06:19</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>His lily was hungry. Her stomach protesting. His hand brush that flat tight valley and he&nbsp; chuckled.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you for reminding me how hungry we are," Tsade said. <br><br>He&nbsp; reached over to the plate for a skewer of chicken shish while he kissed her neck. His hand finding the thin stick and bringing it between them. The meat hissing with heat. The juice coating the mushrooms&nbsp; and tommy tomatoes. He made sure she could see and smell.<br><br>"We're sharing tonight," He said.<br><br>Moving from her neck and placing one end in his mouth. He moved to her lips grinning as he spoke around the skewer. <br><br>"Hake ah hite, het's heat," He told her full of mischief in his tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 01:19:55</strong>
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				MADISON~ TRADE PLACES?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was surprising to hear Evie's request. Madison would be willing to do anything to be standing on her own two feet. "You want it that bad you can come take my place. Rag head will give it to you good if Ape won't!" she called, leaning forward so that Moussad's fingers barely penetrated her. Taking a breath she pulled forward, his lack of attention had her hoping that her movement would be unnoticed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 01:28:39</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ dragging hot to trot </strong><br><br>Vern shoved the door open. It hit the wall solidly and swung back half way before falling to the floor. The multitude that had been hiding behind Throckbottle&nbsp; leaping in scrambling panic over each other like a herd of gazelles and fled to the far corner of the room. <br><br>Vern watched and licked his lips. Rolled the tooth pick around in his mouth and grunted as he stepped on the door.&nbsp; It creaked in agony.<br><br>Vern surveyed the room briefly. There was a fuckin pencil at the stool sucking&nbsp; air from a paper bag. Then there was a bitch, head to the floor while someone was drilling her with his fingers. Vern grinned broadly as Moussad called to him from behind the bitch.<br><br>"Hey, raghead," Vern began ignoring Evie for the moment. <br><br>"You're dick got stuck in a camel on your way here and you forgot how to fuck or what?" Vern asked not the least bit concerned. <br><br>"If you drilling for oil your using the wrong equipment on the wrong hole," Vern added with a smirk.<br><br>Let that fuckin sheep fucker figure that out. <br><br>"Happy I not see you so soon too, fuck you mudder," Moussad replied. <br><br>"Too bad you almost kill whirling dervish. Now maybe no one dance okay. Good job!" Moussad said cheefully.<br><br>Vern snapped his head to the stick with the brown paper bag. "That dick weed is the dance guy?"<br><br>"You betcha," Moussad called out before planting a couple of kisses on Madison's hot red ass.<br><br>He jerked Evie's chain, "You dance, then I'll split that cunt, and not before. So tuck that dripping slit between them thighs an get one of those bitches to mark your feet L an R while I go talk to the Door Guard."<br><br>Vern dropped Evie's leash and stepped off towards the stool.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 01:29:20</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ taking a hand to Madison</strong><br><br>He wanted to feel her grip his fingers while they watched. He wanted her to know what it was to be a slave while everyone else watched. He stroked and twisted inside her. He wanted her at the edge and no further. Hanging there at the top.&nbsp; Vern's entrance was a happy circumstance indeed. <br><br>Madison moved and he slapped her ass. His hand to her hair pulling her back into position. <br><br>"Bad!!&nbsp; SHhhh!!" <br><br>Moussad had planned to have a word with whirling dervish anyway. Now with Vern here it made it so much better. Vern had horrible english but he had something that didn't require language to understand. <br><br>Vern had raw power and very little patience. It was the kind of force that everyone respected and no one wanted to turn on because no one had found the off button. Once in angry mode Vern just had to break things, mostly people using common household furniture like doors and table counters, sometimes large 50 inch screen TVs. <br><br>"Stay," Moussad told Madison and gave her a pat. <br><br>Moussad pulled out of her and walked in the direction of the stool leaving Madison and Evie alone. <br><br>Moussad saddled up to Vern as they approached.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 02:12:46</strong>
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				<strong>Lily eating with Tsade</strong><br><br>The food smelled divine, who ever prepared it knew how to cook. A bigger smile crossed her face as he brought the skewer between them. They would share, which was fine for her, she was feeling much more calm now and could handle sharing a meal with him. <br><br>When he placed it in her mouth and spoke to her, she giggled out loud and the sparkle returned to her eyes once more. "You are just silly," she whispered to him. Lily opened her mouth and took a piece of chicken from the opposite end of the stick. She chewed it well, then held it in her teeth. "You tune," she muttered as she balanced the stick in her teeth allowing him to take his turn to eat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 03:36:53</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Feeling like a bad puppy</strong><br><br>The fingers were relentless and had her teetering on the edge of orgasm despite herself. Madison hadn't even noticed the pleasure it had and the effects. Everything had hit suddenly and she groaned when lips met her aaa which was smarting in pain. It was a relief and when scolded she whimpered, quickly followed by a growl when Vern's innuendo's cleared through her clouded mind.<br><br>"You're such an ignortant, perving asshole," she called to the towering man before glancing at Evie. "You like what he does to you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 04:51:17</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ dinner a la Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade chuckled and watched her take a skewer in her mouth. His eyes widened in amusement. He kissed up her neck trying to find the ticklish spots before taking a bit of the meat she offered. He chewed quickly. His eyes never leaving hers. <br><br>"We need to eat like this a lot," He said.<br><br>Tsade was thinking about her. Who she was. How she filled his world. It was irrational. She was just a slave. Another piece of property among the multitude, yet there was something about her that he could not get enough of. <br><br>"Lily," He said taking another bit. "You did very well today. You really did."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 04:52:42</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with Moussad talking to Throckbottle</strong><br><br>Vern heard Madison and glanced over at Moussad. "You really need to fuck her sometime."<br><br>"Okay, I fuck her tonight maybe four times." Moussad replied. <br><br>"I mean with your dick..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 05:23:12</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - happiness returns </strong><br><br>She nearly dropped the skewer from her teeth as he kissed her sensitive neck. She shivered and tried to stifle a giggle as he kissed her there. Once he took his bite, she looked back at him, it was almost as if he was staring into her soul. Tsade had a hold on her she could not explain. Yes she was his slave, but there in his arms, she felt like so much more. <br><br>"Yes we do need to eat like this more, it's fun." She had taken the skewer from her mouth and held it in her hand. With the other, she brushed a wisp of hair from his forehead. He had her almost breathless without even doing anything. She leaned across him and placed the food on the plate, then she rested her head on his chest once more as he spoke to her once more. <br><br>"I am sorry I let you down today Sir, I truly am. I can do better, I will do better and make you proud of me. I promise you." Even though he had said she had done well, she knew she had messed&nbsp; up, and that reflected on him. When the sun rose on the new day, Lily would be primed and ready to obey whomever gave her instructions, no matter what they were. But for now, Lily stayed cuddled in his arms like a gentle lover, enjoying the moment, wishing it would never end. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 22:36:25</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Lily</strong><br><br>His finger to her lips. His kissed her forehead. His voice deep and he could not take his eyes from hers.<br><br>"Today is gone. Your punishment over. Each day we will begin anew, start over, learn and grow. It is hard beyond our door."<br><br>"Here is our sanctuary. Here we have each other. No matter what happens on the other side tomorrow when that door is closed and we are in here once more, we may become again who we really are.&nbsp; Outside they will never know us. They only want what we can give them."<br><br>"And we give them nothing of ourselves. Safe yourself for when we are alone together." <br><br>His arms folded around her. He nuzzled her hand in his hair as he gathered her close and kissed her hard and eagerly in a way he had not done before. She did that to him. She made him want to teach her and share things with her, even himself.&nbsp; Amazing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 22:54:38</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Evie looked at Madison and smiled.&nbsp; "I..I cant explain it" she said, sitting on the floor next to Madison, watching the two men walk towards the strange man hyperventalating into the bag.<br><br>"I feel safe, when I am with him no one attempts to touch me" she told her, "I mean, I really like him, he makes me feel alive.&nbsp; I even like the pain he causes me." She chuckled, "and when he fucks me, god I cum so hard." She shrugged, "I dont know what else to say, I just like being with him" she said to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"As for dancing, I havent a fucking clue" she told Madi with a grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 23:19:53</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ with the Raghead and the Door Guard</strong><br><br>Vern kept right on walking. Moussad at his side wearing a puzzled look as they approached Throckbottle.<br><br>It was like watching a Tsunami. The waters pulled back and back and back. And in the distance the wave rose higher and higher until parts of the sky were blocked out. The fluorescents overhead were blocked out. A deep shadow covered Throckbottle. He looked up and panted into the brown paper bag.<br><br>His heart raced in his chest as the mountain pointed towards him.<br><br>"You the one making these bitches dance?" Vern growled.<br><br>Throckbottle nodded vigorously. <br><br>Vern snapped his pointing arm toward the two new comers, Evie on the floor with Madison.&nbsp; "Them two bitches. You're suppose to make 'em learn a dance or some shit."<br><br>"Me an Raghead'll be back in two hours to pick ours up. Nobody else touches our cunts got that?" <br><br>The bag to the face acted line a balloon, collapsing and expanding as if there was a five year old on the opening who had just discovered the unique properties of air pressure on a rubber container. Throckbottle was still nodding vigorously as the two stepped on the door as they exited the room.&nbsp; The bag worked like a lung until the heavy boot steps echoed far far away.<br><br>Throckbottle moaned in relief and spoke into the bag, “Oh god.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 23:27:56</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br><br>She understood it now, they would be themselves here, love each over and be with each other as I should be. Out there, Master and slave, nothing more, nothing less. He commands, she obeys, yet they would have a secret locked away from the rest. The sceret of who they were with each other behind his closed door. <br><br>She cherished his kisses and smiled. She leaned in and kissed his cheek so tenderly, it would have felt like a butterfly fluttering it's wings against his skin. She really did adore him more than she had with anyone else in her life. He was a lover and a protector, a side no one would see but her. <br><br>"Everyday we will start anew and I will make you more proud of me than you could ever imagine. I understand so much more now, I am grateful you chose no to give up on me Sir." Lily's eyes sparkled and shined, her heart raced, content and happy to be in his arms and the center of his attention. Her tummy grumbled once more and she blushed, "Sorry about that," she giggled, still really hungry from everything that occurred today. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 18:41:35</strong>
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				Madison~ feeling mischievous&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She listened to Evie and nodded. Strangely it made sense, especially since she had similar feelings when she was alone with Moussad, but when in public he would start working her nerves it seemed. Madison was about to speak up and say something but stopped when she heard Vern speaking to the twig with a bag to his face. It was impossible not to laugh as the man paled and looked to faint at any given moment. With the men who could move mountains gone her attention went back to Evie. "Pansy is going to teach us how to dance? Aside from rocking my hips and the shit people do in clubs I'm clueless. Do they know what they're doing leaving us alone with that? We'll have him in a corner crying in no time," she whispered to Evie, elbowing her slightly. She wondered how Moussad expected her to dance. Madi's hands were still bound in manacles in front of her. One wrong move and this girl would topple the whole line of frightened girls. "Whaddaya say?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 00:46:27</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade collected her to his chest her kiss igniting those embers. Her tummy protesting the lack of interested with food. He chuckled and his rumbled with the same discontent. <br><br>"It seems we are at odds with our metabolism," he said lightly. <br><br>He reached for the plate and moved it within easy reach for them both. His eyes on her. His thoughts deep but he kept it light. <br><br>"It wouldn't do for us to starve to death inches from a full meal,"&nbsp; He teased adjusting her position so she leaned against his chest.<br><br>"Tonight we have chicken and beef shish ka bob with garden veggies and dip. Probably something exotic. The dip usually is..."<br><br>He offered the plate to her as his cell rang. It was the prelude to Beethoven fifth. He sighed&nbsp; heavily.<br><br>Dah dah dah.... DUH.<br><br>Tsade motioned for her to eat as he answered it. Suddenly he wore a flat expression. His body stiffened in the chair. <br><br>"Is there a problem, Mr Flint," He began.<br><br>"A reminder?" his voice almost lilted.<br><br>Tsade's brow quirked in curiosity. "Has there been a change of schedule for Ava tomorrow?"<br><br>"There hasn't. You're calling to remind me to bring her tomorrow at the same time as she arrived today."<br><br>"The same time we agreed on this morning when we parted."<br><br>"So this emergency call was about a scheduled appointment we had made earlier today. Is that what you're telling me?" His expression did not change.<br><br>"Uh huh...a trio... tomorrow... I see.. Of course," Tsade said in a business like tone.<br><br>"In the future reserve emergency calls to less important issues. Things like the building is on fire, or a fight has broken out, or there's a mob outside your doors threatening anarchy. Good evening Mr. Flint."<br><br>The moment Tsade clicked end call he too another deep breath. His eyes focused on Lily and slowly the flat expression and stiff business manner transformed. <br><br>His lips curled up into a grin. His eyes softened and he sank back in the chair with her. <br><br>"It is so good to be home."&nbsp; His hand stroked her back, "So what's the vote. Chicken or beef?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 01:25:51</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade- peace interrupted</strong><br><br>She loved this part, the closeness, the feeling of a connection with him. Even as both their stomachs grumbled, she felt as though they were one in that moment. <br><br>Then the phone rang, she adjusted as to allow him to get it to his ear. She only heard his side of the conversation, singing teacher. Why would he be calling at this time? Seemed like a mundane call that didn't actually have to be placed. Then Tsade mentioned a trio, Lily figured she would be singing with two other girls tomorrow in her lesson. She thought nothing of who it would be, only that she had to do well to please him. <br><br>As the call ended, she smiled at him and kissed his cheek once more. She really adored him for all he was. "I'll have the chicken, Sir, thank you." Lily then reached for the skewer that they had been nibbling on and took another bite, looking at him. Her face tender like an angel, and she happy to be safe and sound in his warm embrace. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 04:26:57</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade~ dinner with lily</strong><strong><br>Tsade had planned a quiet night together. This would be the first real start. He had both the chicken and beef. The juice dripped down his chin to her nipples. <br><br>"Hmmm.. I'll get that," He said with a wicked grin and lapped at it as she sat in his lap trying to eat with her fingers.<br><br>"Ohps.. missed a spot," He rolled his tongue along the curve of her breast. <br><br>He took his time. Her skin soft and delicious. Mouthing her ripe mounds, with an eagerness born of intimacy. He looked up with she wore a light coat. His mouth pursed and blew hot air over her.<br><br>"I think I got it all," He said finally. "I might need to check in a few minutes thought."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 05:08:24</strong>
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				<strong>Lily becoming part of dinner</strong><br><br>She watched him eat and saw the juice drip from his cheek. As she felt it drop onto her fair skin, Lily finished her own skewer and placed it on the plate. She sighed as his lips touched her breast, his tongue extending to lick up the warm liquid. Her back arched to let his mouth take her pert breast for his pleasure. <br><br>As he finished, she could not help herself, "My turn." Lily leaned up and licked and sucked at his chin, her lips then moving to his. Tender soft kisses started as she shifted again, straddling him, one knee on the outside of each of his thighs. She broke from her kiss and looked at him, "I am sorry Sir I know I should have asked permission, but I just could not help myself. I hope you don't hold it against me." Lily then removed her bra and dropped it to the floor, naked from the waist up now, her sexy body on display for him as she sat in his lap looking deep into his eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 05:30:14</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Dinner on Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade chuckled as she licked his chin. She tickled him. How alive she was. How she made him feel when he was with her. <br><br>"Yes, naughty girl," He remarked with a grin.<br><br>His eyes became lean and hungry as the bra slipped off her body. His hand stroking down her body. Massaging her breast. His desire flaming even as his breathing deepened. <br><br>"I must thing of a proper punishment," He said slyly.<br><br>His fingers hooked the fabric of her hips. He brushed along her soft athletic curves to her back. His fingers diving between the material to cup and caress her ass cheeks. <br><br>"Hmmm... perhaps a fitting punishment would be to slip my hard cock inside you but you cannot move your hips while we share dessert." He said with an evil grin.<br><br>"Take them off, lily then impale yourself slowly," He explained before kissing and suckling each breast. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 13:52:35</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>This innocent girl had become a woman with him and she would do anything for him and his tender attentions. Her heart fluttered for him as his hands roamed over her body. She didn't know if it was love or not, but Lily didn't want to be anywhere else but with him. <br><br>She had been naughty and she needed to get punishment for it. How could she not be naughty? He brought that side out in her and it was very hard to resist him. <br><br>As he pulled off her breasts, Lily took a step back and stood in front of him. Pushing the rest of her clothing off, she let it pool on the floor and moved back to him. Climbing on top of him, Lily's body slowly sank down over his shaft. She went so slow that she felt every sweet inch of him rub against her. She moaned in bliss as she finally settled over him completely. She could stay like this forever and he happy. Now the challenge was not to move, one she knew he would make difficult on her, but she was up for trying. <br><br>"So Sir, what is for dessert tonight?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 19:05:15</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~&nbsp; dessert</strong><br><br>The moment she slipped off his lap his hands went to his belt. Her panties sank down her long legs revealing the secret he hungered for. His shaft hardened in his hand as she stood naked before him. Her hips swayed as she came back legs open as she straddled the chair. His eyes never leaving hers as he brushed her into her thigh with his fingers tips. Carefully spreading her soft lips as she dragged her damp heat across his blunt head. <br><br>He breathed thru his mouth as she lowered her ring of pleasure down his length. He groaned with the warmth of her.&nbsp; Her walls gripping him even as his hands held her hips, not to guide her but to touch the heart beat that had his racing. <br><br>His response a full deep baritone from a gravel pit. He reached for the side table. His hand took the bottle with a pointed tip as if it were ketchup. He brought it above her right breast and pointed that tip down so that the contents would drip in a line to her breast. <br><br>He grinned and gave the container a light squeeze as he answered, "Chocolate."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 04:30:44</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She stayed steady and watched as he grabbed the bottle from the table. Curious, she waited until he tipped it over and the still warm chocolate began to drizzle down her breast. <br><br>She looked at him and smiled, "You don't play fair Sir, you know once your mouth hits my flesh, I will have a very difficult time of it. You know I will hold off as long as I can, but you bad man, you know I will end up moving my hips and fail your punishment." Lily sighed and would try her best to stay still, but she knew this was going to be a very difficult task. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 05:41:30</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - poor poor Bottle whatshisname...</strong><br><br>Evie looked at Madison, then glanced at the weirdo with the bag.&nbsp; &nbsp;She saw Vern and the other man leave, her brain was ticking over, a plan was forming somewhere in her mind.<br><br>"You wanna see if theres a way to get out of this place?" she asked Madison, "I mean, they leave us with that and expect us to do as we are told?&nbsp; They dont know us very well yet do they"&nbsp; she grinned, tilting her head, "or do we stay here and drive weirdo to a fit.....the choice my dear Madi is yours...." Evie said, knowing they would be in the shit with either path, but she really didnt give a damn....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 23:02:12</strong>
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				Madison~&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The choice was hers and oh what a decision it would be to make. Madi wanted an out badly and the more she thought about it, leaving would be the best way to mess with Thirstybottle. Afterall Moussad would make sure there was hell to pay if anyone lost his girl and she was sure Ape would be the same. But Madi wanted to see him wet himself. Well that could wait. "I want out before they turn us into little mice like these or kill us trying, what did you have in mind?" In the back of her mind she was also thinking, trying to remember the paths they had gone and where there weren't security. Of course if they could blend in it may be easy as pie to split and make the mad dash. Were they to get caught the consequences would go beyond anything either girl had already experienced, but it was a risk she would take if her friend was up for it. "They don't know what they got themselves into with us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 00:45:54</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - planning and plotting</strong><br><br>Evie smirked as she heard Madi's words.&nbsp; "They haven't got a damn clue hunni" Evie said, her eyes taking in the scene around them.&nbsp; Brokenbottle was huffing and puffing into a brown bag and the other students were sitting around waiting.&nbsp; Evie looked at Madi, then the busted door.<br><br>"I think if we snuck out now it would take him a few minutes to realize we were gone." she said, grinning, knowing damn well when she was captured she would be in the shit, but hell, they had to try.<br><br>"You wanna give it a whirl? I haven't any idea how to get out of here, but we could find a quiet place to hide in for a while to give them all a scare!!" She suggested, "we ain't like these others, we'll fight all the way" she said, standing and making her way towards the open doorway, "come on whilst he is still having a fit."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 12:38:31</strong>
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				Madi, Evie, and the Great Escape!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Evie was right through it all. It would be far too easy to slip from the door Ape damn near demolished and Choking-on-a-bottle couldn't see past the brown bag in front of him. Silently she moved to the door, moving at a shuffle to keep from losing her skirt entirely. Once outside the brunette twisted and bent, shimmied and bounced until the wraparound did just that, hugging her normally well hidden curves. The halls appeared to be deserted, but there was no doubt that in some of these rooms were men with whips and the like. Pained screams reached her ears as a reminder of what would come from this stunt. "I guess everyone has a class! Let's head this way, maybe there's a staircase somewhere, most of these guys seem to use the elevators." Madi wondered if they would make it. Would it be possible to escape? Or would it be a game of cat and mouse where the mice fought back once the cats caught them?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 17:30:20</strong>
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				<strong>Evie &amp; Madison - keep on running....</strong><br><br>Leaving the dance studio Evie didnt glance backwards to see if they had been spotted, in fact she headed out the door and stopped in the hallway.&nbsp; It was certainly quiet, and Evie pursed her lips, nibbling on her bottom one as she glanced left, right and left again.&nbsp; The muffled sounds of beating didnt actually make her flinch, infact they made her sex clench and a dribble of moisture seeped onto her thighs.<br><br>"Not the elevators, we might came face to face with that rag head you were with and the Ape" strange thing was as she said the Ape, her voice trmebled slightly, she didnt actually dislike him.&nbsp; This wasnt about escaping, this was more about seeing how quick they would notice them missing, that was the fun of this game.<br><br>"OK, now I am sure theres a stairwell here somewhere, lets see where that takes us.&nbsp; You do realise we'll be right in the shit when they catch us?" Evie was ok with that, in fact the very thought sent a shiver of anticipation through her.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 18:01:30</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ the nightmare begins</strong><br><br>The slaves huddling in the corner were watching as the two gained their feet and slipped past the trainer with the bagpipe bag plaster on his face.&nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes focused on the pastel painted wall to calm down.<br><br>&nbsp;There always had to be a first one. She was the bravest because she came dancing on bare feet to slip quietly past Throckbottle as she stepped on the door and fled.<br><br>Humphrey had never. He gulped air from the bag. He was an Artisteest. Artisteests aren't treated like this. Another quick gulp. That gorilla had to be dealt with. Three gulps and a choked whimper. <br><br>From the corner of the room eyes were fixed on Throckbottle's back. Then there was a wave. Each time his shoulders rose up for a breath the group surged forward.&nbsp; As those shoulders came down again they froze in awkward positions in a dangerous game of red light green light. The last obstacle. They hurdled the door and leaped quietly thru the exit. <br><br>This was unheard of. Two gulps.&nbsp; He could have been killed. A gulp and a wheeze from the bag. Someone must see to the door. Someone, maintenance must see that it was replaced. He couldn't teach under these conditions. He'd simply speak to Mr. Tsade...<br><br>Evie and Madison were up ahead but not for long. The herd of fleeing dancing slaves ran around and thru the two plotters like a great rush of water spilling past and heading for the only exit door and stairwell they knew about because it went down to the parking garage. <br><br>Throckbottle turned around. He stare in disbelieve. Sweat broke out like freckles across his fore head. The room was empty.&nbsp; The room which had only moments earlier contained 16 female slave was empty except for the door, stool and Humphrey. The bag expanding and contracting in time to his racing heart beat. <br><br>All thoughts of contacting Tsade vanished. There was simply no way to explain this. He peeked under the door just in case as a knot in his stomach grew into something like an ulcer and a bad case of swine flu as he thought about standing in front of Mr. Tsade and explaining this.<br><br>"Oh god."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 21:39:06</strong>
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				Madi~ what the hell?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deep shit would better descibe the hell they'd pay for attempting to escape. Madison had continued to move down the hall, soon finding the staircase. Her ear pressed to the door to listen for anyone on them. Silence. Then, footsteps, but they were coming from behind. Had they been caught already? "I know and I'm ready," she whispered to Evie, turning to face the music. Surely the rushed footsteps were those of men sent to detsain them. There were no words to describe the look of shock that spread across her face when she saw fourteen girls standing there. The faces she recognized from the dance room. "The hell? You trying to get us killed?" she snarled in a hushed tone. The girls all looked on with bewildered eyes but didn't budge. This hadn't been a part of the plan. Sixteen girls wouldn't make it far together. "Split up if you ever hope to keep your asses in tact," Madi advised before moving through the door and looked up and down the stairwell. "Down then find another way up?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 02:09:34</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Evie looked at the other girls, then at Madison, "aww fuck, where'd they all come from." she moane,d knowing that their escape had given the girls a hope.&nbsp; She sighed, "well, I guess its up to them, they wont get away, this place is like damn fort Knox" she muttered, looking at down the stairs as the sounds of the girls faded.<br><br>"So, up or down?&nbsp; I'm guessing garages are down there....do we really wanna escape, or at least try too, or do we wanna find somewhere warm and cosy and wait til they find us?" she asked Madi, once more nibbling her bottom lip.&nbsp; "I wouldnt mind finding something to eat, I'm starved!!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 04:00:02</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with chocolate lily</strong><br><br>Tsade listened to Lily’s confession and marveled at how she lit up a room with her smile. His life had been filled with business. He had emptied himself of everything else and poured the slick gel of profit and loss into the frame of his life. It hardened him. It fashioned a stone man of him.&nbsp; He had evolved into a machine with eyes on the numbers and a heart that calculated human offerings for ability. It had taken a few years to chisel the rough edges in the right places. Some said the cost was his soul. <br><br>Tonight he knew better. Tonight in this secret place he was about to have a chocolate nub.&nbsp; She was right, he was bad.&nbsp; Tonight he would be very very bad to her for as long as she could stand it without surrendering to unconsciousness.<br><br>He returned that smile with one of his own. A knowing smile that had lots of promise. <br><br>“It might happen. You might find yourself bucking those lovely hips, but I don’t think you will fail to be punished,” He said as the chocolate clung to the lip of the container before a few warm drops fell in a line down her breast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 04:01:38</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle and the Fourteen flying petunia’s plus two demon seeds</strong><br><br>It wasn’t as if they could get very far could they. They were a tribe of sixteen female slaves milling about the corridors aimlessly.&nbsp; For the love of god someone had to notice them! Hopefully not the wrong someones. Definitely not that Ape and his throat cutting carpet installer, those were the very persons that should be blissfully ignorant until those darlings of dance returned to trip and half spin along the floor in front of the mirrored walls.<br><br>Throckbottle stood on the door and peeked around the door frame. The hallway was empty. He clutched the bag as panic was held at bay and he dashed out into the vacuum of the corridor headed in the direction of out at a jig. After all there was no reason to call attention to himself by running down the lane. He would explain to anyone asking that nothing was wrong he was working out a long dance sequence and needed the room. <br><br>He pushed the bag to his face and huffed quickly before stopping in front of the only door that did not have a plethora of sound behind it. He looked up slowly to the red sign with white letters that read EXIT. Surely to god they did not go that way.&nbsp; Surely. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 05:02:55</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, dripping in chocolate</strong><br><br>That smile, his smile, it softened his face when he did that. She traced his lips with her fingers as he smiled at him, his eyes almost sparkling. "Sir, I love it when you smile, you are so handsome, so calming when you smile. It's a beautiful thing when those lips curl up and I can see the happiness in your eyes." Lily was so genuine and pure, and always saw the good in people at any given moment. <br><br>She sighed softly as the chocolate began to drip down the valley between her breasts. It was warm and sticky, and she looked at him with a coy, innocent look. "Now look what you've done, I'm all messy. I do hope you ate going to clean that up Sir." Lily giggled softly as she ran her fingers through his hair and guided his mouth ever so slowly to her chocolate cover flesh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Depart of Stresed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 12:26:51</strong>
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				Madison~&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The little birds scattered boldly. A few up, a couple down, and some to the east and west. Evie and Madi were beyond the door to the exit and after debating she took off up the stairs two at a time with ease. "Food first, let's do a grab and dash. We get caught somewhere like that would make it too easy. Besides why not actually try to escape? It was the most thrilling thing I did back at Lady Shaw's. Especially once you're actually being chased," she explained to her fiery friend. Looking back briefly Madi smiled at Evie, "Even if we get outta here we wouldn't make it far and someone would notice you since you're without clothes and looking like you've been run over by a train." The girl couldn't help but giggle but abruptly stopped when the aroma of cooked food wafted up into her nose, triggering a painful growl from her stomach. "Lunch is served!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 23:18:48</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Evie grinned at Madi, she was about to respond when she too caught the smell of the food.&nbsp; She groaned, her belly rumbling.&nbsp; "Food yes, I dont care what it is, it doesn't even have to go together as long as its edible" she told her friend, "I would love a bath then, you know a long soak...bubbles up to my chin, just to soak down in the water and feel it caress me." she sighed, following Madi.<br><br>"As long as theres no octopus around I would be fine..."<br><br>She followed Madi, wondering where they would come out into.&nbsp; A door said kitchen and she grinned, "here we go, lets see whats on offer" she said, pushing the door and stepping in, taking a deep breath and filling her nostrils with the glorious smells that assaulted her.<br><br>"Damn yes, this is more like it" she murmured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 23:54:49</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ We're practically sister's</strong><br><br>What were the odds that the smells would lead directly to a kitchen? Madison had honestly expected a cafeteria or some buffet hall, but not the motherload of food and all things delicious. It would appear as though luck were on the escapee's side. The kitchen was empty, the double doors on the opposite end swinging shut as someone exited with a tray of food. The was no time to waste and no way of telling hen someone would return. Her voice was below a whisper as she moved forward to the countertop with plates already made up with food that was meant to be serve to someone somewhere, "Let's get as much as we can and run, I don't feel like getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar."<br><br>Madi grinned and stacked several plates atop eachother inside a large pot. Each had at least something that appealed to her demanding stomach and hell! Why stop at Thrustinabottle? Why not cause problems for others on the way? This was all too fun and after a full round about of the kitchen Madison waited until Evie was done and then decided to flip over several plates, knocking food to the floor. "Let's get outta here."
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 02:04:30</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with his chocolate bunny</strong><br><br>Tsade fiend a scowl of annoyance. “What I did?&nbsp; You’re the one who wiggled!”<br><br>Her fingers drawing him closer. He slowed deliberately, inching towards her as if this was an accident and she was watching him crash into her body. <br><br>And he was.<br><br>His arms lowered so that she would sink down to the floor. His pipe planted deep inside her. His tongue striking as he felt the brush of carpet on the back of his hands. He was sure she was nestled there as he pushed inside her further. <br><br>Dark chocolate Lily was definitely a taste he wanted more of for dessert.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 03:09:04</strong>
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				<strong>The Kitchen</strong><br><br>Woodrow Jenks the “I” “V” was just tucking his mumblies back in his tidy whities under the chef’s apron when he heard the crash. He ran out the lou door without washing his hands or putting out the blunt of a fag he was having a drag off.&nbsp; He bursting into the kitchen. <br><br>Woodrow stood frozen in the spot. Four plates of home made surprise meat lay flipped over, plates broken in pieces and the surprise spread conspicuously on the floor. <br><br>The four inches of cigarette ash dropped in disbelief and landed on the steel toe of his safety shoes. The butt swirling around the corner of his quivering lips and an odious trail of smoke rose up toward the ceiling emergency fire sprinkler system. <br><br>Just when he was going to blame his assistant Neugene LedBetter, Woodrow caught movement going in the opposite direction of the dinning room.&nbsp; Two mongrels in collars and not much else were cheeking it around the corner with a container full of the meat ball special he just dished out.<br><br>A man could only take so much and Woodrow; soft J like the French “juH” so that Jenks was pronounce juh-inks to give it that rich Paris Chef flavor; Woodrow was reaching for the cleaver before his mind was properly engaged in anything but a blind rage.<br><br>“OH I don’t think so!!!” He howled and turned to give chase.<br><br>“HEY!! STOP THOSE SLUT!! Stop ‘em. THEY Got MY BALLS!!”
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 03:27:33</strong>
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				<strong>Lily playing Masters game</strong><br><br>She giggled as he blamed the mess on her, they both knew she really hadn't moved. Until now, as he eased the two of them onto the carpet. He was a pro at shifting them to the floor as they remained coupled. <br><br>His mouth on her send moans through the air, Lily enjoying every second of him licking the chocolate from her body. "Oh Sir, mmm, more please,&nbsp; you are so amazing." she wanted to buck her hips, get him deeper, by she knew she had to try to lie still. Her heart fluttered for the man that was inside her, he made he the woman she was now, and she adored him for that. Her hands caressed his hair once more as she turned her head to the side. <br><br>She bit her lip and whispered as softly as she could, almost not wanting him to hear her, "I love you Sir." Lily didn't know if he heard her or if he would scold her, but she felt that way for him. Even through the mess of the day, there, right at that moment she loved him for all he was to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 01:04:40</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ ok who let the crazy chef in....</strong><br><br>"FOOOOOOOOOOOOD FIGHT" Evie yelled as Madison knocked plates to the floor. Grabbing a handful of mashed potato she flung it at Madi, grinning from ear to ear.<br><br>"Always wanted to do that" she giggled, watching as the potato headed straight towards her new bestest friend.<br><br>It could have turned into a great game unfortunately they were interrupted by a crazy looking man with a very big dangerous looking blade in his hand.<br><br>"Wooo you think we pissed him off?" she asked Madi, grabbing a handful of the potato and throwing it at him.&nbsp; Then she picked up the bowl and threw that too....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 01:32:56</strong>
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				<strong>Madison with Evie~ Who let the dog in?</strong><br><br>Without a doubt they were going to get their asses handed to them on a silver platter. Madison didn't care thought and when she was hit with a glob of mashed potatoes, she did what any person in a food fight would do- swipe as much off her face then grab a handful of meatballs, flinging them at her best friend.<br><br>A fool with a cleaver came running after them so to lighten her load she pulled a plate from the pot and and flung it with all her might at the crazed chef's face before disappearing around the corner and down the hall. "He'll get over it."<br><br>Madi was flying down the hall like a bat out of he'll, barely slowing to take turns unt she came upon the sign that read "Exit". Peeking back she looked to see if Evie was behind her, she sure hoped so. This wouldn't be nearly as fun without her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 02:30:27</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ and the chase is on</strong><br><br>Evie laughed as Madi threw the meatballs at him.&nbsp; "All he needs now is a baseball bat and he could be swinging for them." She told Madi as she raced after her, the door clanging as it crashed against the wall.<br><br>She followed her partner in crime along the corridor, throwing food from her plates, distracting him.&nbsp; "Suck on that fat man" she shouted.<br><br>The exit sign loomed in front of her and she grinned, "lets head in there" Evie directed to Madi, they both hit the door at the same time....and it stayed firmly closed, sending both girls bouncing backwards.&nbsp; Evie landed flat on her bum, food went flying, plates shattered and a right mess was made around them.<br><br>"Oh shit, we in for it now" she muttered, throwing a lone meatball at the hulking guy with the meat cleaver.<br><br>"You think he'll talk about it?" she asked Madi, licking some of the sauce off her fingers.&nbsp; "MMMM 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 02:33:29</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with his dessert<br><br>Tsade turned a deaf ear to her words. He could no more punish her for her confession than stop the feelings erupting inside his chest. Forbidden feelings for property which thrived on this side of the door.&nbsp; It was his private place. A place to be himself with her far removed from his duties and title. <br><br>It was Tsade, the man who kissed her in a rush of sweeping emotion. Tsade, the lover who brought her tight against his chest and filled her with his hunger. Tsade the master who tenderly pushed his hard throbbing shaft into the soft warm strength of her passion. Submerging her in that entwined moment as he chased her building ecstasy with the press of chocolate covered lips.<br><br>“Mine, always.”<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:15:44</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>His words meant so much to her. She didn't need the same confession that she had given. She knew their 'relationship' was different, not typical like others. His actions spoke volumes, the way he held her, the way he looked at her, the kisses he gave her. The way he made love to her. She didn't need words to know how he felt for her. This was their place, a place where they could be themselves and not Master and slave. <br><br>Lily cried out as he held her and made tender love to her, it was real, the emotion was there. "Yes, yours, always Sir," she whispered in his ear as her body clamped down on him in one glorious explosion of passion. He made her feel like no other, and her body told him that as Lily came once more for the man that owned her body and soul. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:22:41</strong>
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				<strong>Woodrow ~ hunting the girls</strong><br><br>The last meatball was the shot that put Woodrow Jenks flat over the edge of sanity and racing past insanity like a run away train. He bellowed as the sauce, which needed a dash more salt, dripped on his clean white apron bib. <br><br>The blinking sluts galloped and slid around corners but Woodrow pressed on. He pressed on while three security were trying to wrestle the cleaver from his hand. He toppling like a tall pine when two more tackled him. But just as he was falling he let fly with that cleaver.<br><br>It hissed in the air. Sailed like an arrow. Beamed the exit sign causing a rush of sparks and the sprinkler system in that area poured down the contents of a 50 gallon reserve tank. The fire doors locked blocking anyone from exiting that section including the now certifiably insane chef and his mob of attendants. <br><br>But from behind the two slaves hands reached out to snag them. Shaking hands that opened like metal claws and snapped out to clamp a tight hold around their collars. The rattle of a paper bag was the only distraction during Throckbottle’s moment of triumph. <br><br>The howling chef’s threats to skin them both alive didn’t count because even Throckbottle knew you couldn’t skin someone alive with a meat cleaver. <br><br>Humphrey’s voice was a wave of emotion as his athletically strong hands held the two in place.<br><br>“Don’t even think about it!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 13:21:47</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ All in good fun</strong><br><br>The roadblock at the exit had Madison's heart sink as she turned to face the music. "He can hardly get a sensible word out, he won't talk." Just then the cleaver left his hand and as best she could she gripped Evie and yanked downwards.<br><br>"Evie duck!" The pot in her other hand hung precariously in her grip while they avoided the cleaver and dodged the sparks. Madi hadn't noticed anyone approaching so there was a startled gasp that emitted from her lips. "Shit, who knew he had balls?" she joked, glancing a her partner in crime before taking a meatball and offering it to her.<br><br>The clothes she wore were quickly drenched and sticking to her slender form, the top see through, revealing her lack of bra. "Looks like we get our food and bath afterall!" Madison cheered triumphantly, ignoring Thrustbucket and chef from hell. She ate a handful of food then looked around, "Anyone else want some?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 22:40:01</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ the capture of the terrible two!!!</strong><br><br>"Oh crap" Evie muttered as she watched the insane chef throw the cleaver.&nbsp; The sparks and flashes from the busted exit sign were quite spectacular and she couldnt help but grin when water erupted from the over head sprinkler system.&nbsp; she couldnt help but wonder who else was now going to know about their slight...erm...escape attempt.<br><br>"Oh well I guess everyone knows now" she mumbled to herself as she watched the goon getting manhandled by security.&nbsp; She wasn't preparing for the steel like grip that closed around her throat, she heard the paper bag and knew old 'Brokenrecordbottle' was around somewhere puffing, but when she saw who had her and Madi she was stunned.<br><br>"Well fuck me, Old Bottleface has some surprises in store" she said to Madi as if he didnt really exist.&nbsp; "I'll have some, I rather like dining in the rain" she said with a grin, for some reason she wasnt afraid of what was going to happen to her.&nbsp; After all SHE was VERN's and she knew he would probably be more amused than pissed.<br><br>"Come on then, do your worst" she said to the dance teacher, her eyes defiant as she happily munched on a meatball.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 01:23:33</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~Eating and Plotting</strong><br><br>Even though they had been caught, Madi wasn't ready to give up. To her they haven't raised enough hell. The hall was filled with security and cooking hands searching for cover from the sprinkler system. "Nope, not everyone. I'm sure bag on his face didn't even think to call Ape and Raghead. Probably pissed his pants when he saw all his little swans flew away. He'd probably shit himself if they found out he had lost us."<br><br>Madison chuckled and held the plate out for her friend, popping little pieces into her mouth as if it were popcorn for a movie. Silently she tried to think of a way to escape the grasp of Mr. Pansy. They had the pot and plenty of food, but would it be enough to get free and make a run for it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 05:48:08</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ Four letter words</strong><br><br>There were things that should not happen. This was one of them. These slaves were his charge. It would not be smart to allow this incident to in any way involved them or him especially with Mad Woody Cleaver stepping off into a puddle of insanity.<br><br>Throckbottle tightened his grip on the slut’s collars as they gobbled surprise meat. The wrestling match and dog pile only a few feet away. The sprinkler buzzing gaily over head so that his gel styled quaff now lay plastered to his forehead. He’d spent a good hour on it this morning, damn them.<br><br>Reinforcement would be along soon enough.&nbsp; It was time to call it a day and head back to the dance studio. He gave them both a good shake as he hissed instructions.<br><br>“This never happened and to prove it we’re going straight away to the dance studio and continue your lessons.”<br><br>He jerked them around and had them along the wall as he aimed them toward the equipment lift and the back way. No one would even remember much about the incident by tomorrow. He pressed them solidly against the wall as a group of medical, three security and one fire man raced past them. <br><br>“Quick march!” Throckbottle hissed threateningly in a way that inferred he meant to do more than was possible with a paper bag if they gave him the least bit of trouble.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 23:52:35</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br><br>Her urgings had him gulping breaths against her shoulder but it was her words that caught him in a web so broad he felt tangled. He wrapped her in his arms as she detonated. Her body clamping and choked his hard shaft as he scraped into her with every inch he had. He couldn’t hold back any longer. She launched him into that unforgettable boiling eruption. <br><br>Entwined, he rode in her passion. The pressure tipped the scales and he fired into her as she cried out in pleasure.&nbsp; He thought he might have pushed her thru the floor as he released.&nbsp; <br><br>The pressure subsiding, he collapsed on top of her. His fingers thru her hair as he looked into her eyes to see the woman that could do this to him. Make him want her. Make him want to love her.<br><br>The cell was going off somewhere in the pile of his clothes.&nbsp; He stopped and looked over. It would be a long stretch but he wanted to taste her lips first. And he did, in a long tender kiss.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 01:30:00</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong><br><br>This hadn't been the plan but if nothing had happened she had alot more havoc to reach. Madi looked over at Evie and smiled. She hadn't remembered where they had come from or how to get back but took a step away from the door.<br><br>"So what you're saying is, we never left the studio right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 17:11:08</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbotttle ~ to the dance studio</strong><br><br>Throckbottle’s eyes narrowed and he reached out to grab for Madison‘s collar. <br><br>“We will return from our tour of the facility ‘to the studio‘,” He hissed. <br><br>“Turn around and step lively, you” He told Madison.<br><br>They had just past the dance department archway. Five more doors. All he had to do was get these two past five more doors and into the studio. How very simple. They were almost back and he could start breathing without the inhaler.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 18:34:06</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ to the studio</strong><br><br>The pull on the collar earned Throckbottle a squeal before she turned and moved in the directed direction. With her head held high she looked over at Evie.<br><br>"I've seen better, but I must admit security here sucks. I don't feel very safe, wouldn't you agree?" she giggled before finally stopping in front of the broken door that led into the room where they had originally escaped from.<br><br>"Where'd everyone go?" Madi asked with a smirk, referring to the little mice that scurried at the opportunity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 20:46:23</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ how to annoy the man even more</strong><br><br>Evie rolled her eyes at the silly little man, glancing across at Madi.&nbsp; "I was never any good at dancing" she muttered, wishing there was a way to get out of it even now.<br><br>Once back at the studio she looked at the busted door and then emty room.&nbsp; "Looks like they ran whilst they had the chance" she said to Madi, "cant blame them, I mean this place isnt exactly the Ritz now is it" she was talking as if the little escape attempt had never happened.&nbsp; She was planning the next one.&nbsp; <br><br>"So Mr Dance Teacher, you really think you can make us dance?" she asked him, grinning.&nbsp; She had no intention of dancing.&nbsp; not for him or anyone...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 21:15:51</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ and the paper bag</strong><br><br>Humphrey was already tacking close to the wind, his fun meter pegging out, his I don’t give a shit button displayed clearly on his forehead. The only thing he was concerned about was what would happen with the dynamic duo returned to collect their property, and he hoped it would be soon. <br><br>Madison’s question earned a raised eye brow. All innocent, it was delivered perfectly but all Humphrey heard was the sound of someone getting fired in his first 90 days. He tried to swallow and couldn’t. <br><br>It was Evie’s questions that earned her a look that would melt polar ice caps. <br><br>“No, I don’t think anyone can make us dance, but I do think someone can make your life a living hell if you don’t show a little cooperation.” <br><br>It wasn’t a threat. Humphrey was counting on that Great Ape that brought her to be annoyed at her. He’d see that her guardian gorilla was seriously miffed if she didn’t at least make an attempt. <br><br>Humphrey kept them walking until he had them on marks on the floor beside each other. He stopped abruptly.<br><br>“Look down. Memorize your number. When you return tomorrow that is where you will stand. Do I make myself clear?” he asked them both.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 01:00:05</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ That was only the test run</strong><br><br>Like Evie she was plotting her next escape. Havoc hadn't been wreaked to its fullest potential.<br><br>"Remember this spot right," Madison paused and took a step backwards, "here? Got it! I can remember that." It was damn near impossible not to burst out in laughter. In fact she doubled over, hands on her knees.<br><br>"There's one small problem, Raghead promised the people that I would be able to dance while I sang for them with Evie tomorrow. If he doesn't deliver there will be a compound full of angry paying customers and he will more than likely take it out on you. You ought to know, he has a mean temper and deadly accurate with his crazy dagger." Madi smirked and looked at Evie. Little did they know she already had some dance training and could entertain a crowd easily. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 03:48:26</strong>
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				<strong>Evie ~ two girls together = TROUBLE</strong><br><br>Evie listened to the strange dance teacher.&nbsp; She really couldnt imagine him teaching them anything, unless it was to do with hyperventilating!!!<br><br>She saw the foot prints and smirked, "here, we have to stand here and memorise it?" she asked him, "why not here?" she moved, "or here?" and again she moved.&nbsp; "What if I dont like that spot?" she pointed to where he had told her to stand.<br><br>When Madi spoke she grinned, "I agree with her, I cant dance, never have been able too.&nbsp; So you better have some magic up your sleeve, cos I have three left feet and four right ones." She told him, wondering what Vern was doing and if anyone had shown up about the escape attempt...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 00:15:00</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ the evillle twins</strong><br><br>Throckbottle gave a stern look to the both of them. His hand shoved into his trouser pocket and he bent as he opened the top of the highlighter. <br><br>“L for left, R for right,” He told Evie as he marked the top of her feet upside down as he looked at them. <br><br>He’d marked so many feet he was able to do it facing her. It was a trick that had paid off in the past and now would come in handy with the two convicts. First Evie then Madison, four feet were marked in a fetching shade of deep red. <br><br>Humphrey had made up his mind that they were gonna move their feet a few steps before the jolley sword wielding nomad and his large monkey companion returned to collect them. By hook, crop, whip or paper bag these two were going to move together in a simple dance step or two.<br><br>Throckbottle stood from the squat and peered down at the both of them. <br><br>“You walk, you can dance.” He said with the certainty of a dancing Galileo.<br><br>“Start with your left foot. Take two steps back. Two steps to the right. Two steps to the left. Two steps forward.”<br><br>“Do it together on the count of four. Remember start with the foot marked with the L.”<br><br>He stepped over to the stool with the player. His hand hovered on the button, “Ready?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 19:21:01</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with her lover</strong><br><br>He burst forth inside her and she cooed with delight. He filled her with his warm sticky cum and she smiled that beautiful smile at him once more. She knew she would have rug burns on her back from his sheer force into her body, but she didn't care, she loved this man for all he gave her. <br><br>As he collapsed on her, she held him to her, "Thank you Sir, that was amazing, every girl should have a lover like you. I am so very lucky you chose me." She returned his kiss in earnest with passion well beyond her years. He did that to her, made her that woman that could handle him. She heard the phone as well and groaned, "Please don't answer it." Lily knew though, he had a job to do, and he would have to answer that damn phone.
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				Title: <strong>re: Lady Shaw's College Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 19:47:37</strong>
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				"We'll end up right back where we started? What's the point in that?" Madison complained while glancing at Evie. She wasn't sure how yet but she was determined to mess up the simplest of things. Madi wondered what was on her friend's mind. Would she simply go along with the goofy steps or actually continue to make Thrusthead's life difficult. "Sure sure. Hit play and entertain me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 23:40:58</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - making life difficult</strong><br><br>Evie listened to what he said, taking in the steps.&nbsp; She frowned, "was that left or right?" she asked, "cos if I go off on the wrong foot I might end up crashing into Madi and then we would end up on our arses flashing our bits at all and sundry and I dont think thats what the guys with us really want.&nbsp; Do you?" she asked him, looking at the L and R he had drawn on her feet.<br><br>"Ohhh look, he's an artist too Madi!!&nbsp; How clever, he can dance and draw.&nbsp; I'm impressed" she said, her vocie going up an octive as she took on the subtle tones of ridicule and making fun.&nbsp; "I cant read either, whats left and right mean?" she asked him, tilting her head.&nbsp; This guy bought the worst out in her, and for some reason she just couldnt seem to stop....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 23:13:33</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ discipline</strong><br><br>Tsade snatched a handful of her hair as the cell rang again. He pulled her head back exposing her neck. She would learn not to top from the bottom. He twisted his other arm and stretched. <br><br>The berry was at finger tip reach. He pulled it close without slipping from inside her or releasing his grip on her hair. Two tones and he pressed it to his ear. His eyes searched beyond her as he listened. Berry in hand he shifted in ways he didn’t notice, back into the Boss.<br><br>“Did you just tell me that the fire alarm and sprinkler system on level 2 in the corridor outside the kitchen went off and you have the situation under control.”<br><br>He paused to listen and hung on every word.<br><br>“So if it’s under your control precisely why are you contacting me?” Tsade asked calmly then listened to the reply.<br><br>“There’s more?&nbsp; And you were just catching your breath. I see. Do go on.”<br><br>He cocked his head as a sigh escaped his lips. <br><br>“I believe it’s called a cleaver.”<br><br>He paused and released her hair to pinch the bridge of his nose.<br><br>“The cleaver escaped or the mad chef?” He rolled to his side slipping out of her and hating doing so.<br><br>He motioned for her to lay on his chest as he listened to the saga.<br><br>“Possibly sixteen? You mean you’re not sure?” <br><br>&nbsp;His tone never changed. This was business.<br><br>“What measures will you be taking for an accurate count and recovery?” Another pause the response seemed lengthy.<br><br>“Splendid. Don’t let me keep you from your duties Captain. I will expect a full report in person at my desk in the morning.”<br><br>“Oh and Captain.&nbsp; Your efforts will be rewarded. I insist.” and ended the call.<br><br>He kissed her hair and lay still for a few minutes clutching the berry and pressing the bridge of his nose harder as he took a few starter breaths.<br><br>“Where were we?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 23:17:07</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ dancing with the cheech and chong</strong><br><br>For some reason Humphrey suddenly felt like he was under some type of coordinated attack by the two slaves. He did hit the play and reach for the crop. <br><br>The music repeated after so many phrases. A beginners beat which set the tempo in 4 four time.&nbsp; Easy enough to walk to and that was the point. <br><br>“Just walk. Left foot backwards twice. Then right foot.” He said coming towards them with crop in one hand and paper bag clinched in the other.<br><br>He had never actually struck anyone until earlier today and that at Mr. Tsade prompting but he certainly was contemplating giving these two a chipper slice or two of the crop.<br><br>“Left foot!"<br><br>"The other left foot!” He called out as Evie stared at her right foot. <br><br>“Forget about stepping. Let’s try pointing to the left foot first.” He said as his stomach tightened into a knot, “The one with the ‘L’ on it. Just point to it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 23:57:42</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong><br><br>"Are you fucking deaf? Evie just said she can't read so what makes you think she can tell L from R? I hope they don't pay you for your lessons because your a horrible teacher. You couldn't even keep track of a bunch of broken girls because your face was buried in that hideous paper bag. Ever think that you weren't cut out for this line of work?" Madison challenged, her eyes locked on the crop. There was no way this pansy would strike her or Evie.<br><br>The instant it comes up, if it comes up she would either grab his wrist or tackle him,, whichever proved most effective. Silently Madi hoped that Moussad would return. He would be better to deal with than the fragile man in front of her. One way or another, one day he would break.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 00:05:50</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - what a prick!!!</strong><br><br>Evie stood next to Madi.&nbsp; They were shoulder to shoulder.&nbsp; Sisters in the situaton.&nbsp; Some might say partners in crime.<br><br>"If you so much as lift that crop I'll shove it so far up your arsehole that every time you open your mouth we'll see it." She threatened him, her voice taking on a totally different edge.<br><br>"You think you scare us with that in your hand, but frankly mate you couldnt scare a pint of milk." She told him, her voice quiet.&nbsp; "If you think you are some force to be reckoned with you ahve another thing coming.&nbsp; I already told you, I DONT DANCE.&nbsp; I have NEVER danced and I dont intend to start now." She stepped forward with her left foot.&nbsp; <br><br>"I know my left and right and I also know if I kicked my right leg out, right between your legs you would be in agony on the floor.&nbsp; And dont think I wouldnt doit because the past two days have been shit and I am ready to get even with some prick.&nbsp; And guess what.." she jabbed his chest with a finger....<br><br>"You're a PRICK...."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 04:00:53</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She had made the mistake of telling him what to do, but what they ha was so good, she didn't want it interrupted. When he pulled her hair, she was reminded of her place in his world. She sighed softly as he answered, taking care of the business at hand. <br><br>She listened to the conversation as he spoke, fire alarms and sprinklers, someone was wreaking havoc. Lily didn't like this one bit as the conversation continued and she heard of cleavers and sixteen, god only knew what was going on in that building. <br><br>She crawled up on him as he told her to, her head on his chest. Lily drew lazy circles on his stomach as he took care of the business at hand. She would have to get used to this, constant interruptions to her pleasure with him, he had this whole place to run after all. She sighed as he sounded like he was wrapping up his conversation. <br><br>As he hung up the phone and kissed her hair, she shifted to look up at him, she wouldn't ask about the conversation unless he chose to share it with her. "I do believe you were making wonderful love to me Sir." Lily shifted her body to straddle him around his waist, "May I continue?" Lily bent down and kissed him awaiting his answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 01:12:28</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ crisis averted</strong><br><br>She moved up his body as he pushed the berry to one side. His hands to her hips as she hovered. His blunt bat stiffened in salute and he grinned.<br><br>“Continue, definitely,” He whispered as he leaned up and captured her lips with his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 01:13:26</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ Two annoying reversals of luck</strong><br><br>Throckbottle wasn’t use to this. In the place of adoration and fan frenzy stood Evie and her accusing finger pointed at his chest. He didn’t deserve this. He had saved them from the brutes upstairs and for all his efforts he got a challenge from a butt broke bitch and her harem side kick. This challenge wasn’t something he could easily over look. <br><br>Humphrey wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed from here. There wasn’t exactly a manual on&nbsp; handling difficult situations, was there. Weighing his options if he did hit her she would be wearing marks when Tarzan and King Kong showed back up. There might be a small scuffle where he won hands down. There might be nothing, the girl might back down.<br><br>He gave Evie a measure glance. His glance took in Madison as well. Was that a come-on-I-can take-you smirk on her face?<br><br>He was about to go back and contemplate the very slim possibility of a small scuffle when he was rudely interrupted.<br><br>A long thick muscled arm reached out and snagged Evie by the hair. The arm led to the body of a Norwegian, big built and blonde. Not the standard Viking type but a down scale of the same. <br><br>“Faen I Helvete!” [roughly;&nbsp; fucking hell] <br><br>It was then that Madison was grab in much the same way by someone who could have been a stand in for a german type including the tight mustache. <br><br>Humphrey looked around at six of them and groaned. The bag at his mouth puffed out. It was crushed in the hand of one of the six. Unluckily, one who did not have his hands full with a slave. <br><br>“Vere are day? Mine slaves ist missigh? What have you done with them?” Red headed and shorter but not by much, asked.<br><br>“They aren’t with you?” Humphrey declared his eyes wide in innocence.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 02:09:05</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong><br><br><br><em>'Wet your pants.. Wet your pants. Wet. Your. Pants! C'mon Pansy! Don't make me say boo,'</em> she thought, watching as he measured the two if them up. With Evie at her side there was no doub that Madison could take him. In the blink of an eye Evie had disappeared but Madi needn't worry because soon her partner was in sight once more.<br><br>Her arms reached up to claw at the arm attached to her head and scratched deeply into the flesh. "Who the he'll do you think you are? Fucking A let me go you freak!" she protested, flailing much like ancat in a bag as she lashed out with fists and feet alike.<br><br>It was impossible to miss the question. Their escape had reached other ears. "If she was supposed to be in this session she and the other girls disappeared while dance freak kept his face in a bag. They all scattered at the stairs." Madison's body stilled, bracing for what may come, her eyes never leaving 'L for left R for right'. He could not act as well as she or Evie. He was not innocent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 02:45:44</strong>
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				<strong>Lily mounting her master</strong><br><br>As he kissed her she lowered herself onto him, her sex still slick and she slid down him with ease. She settled down onto him and smiled, "Oh Sir, we were made for each other. You fit inside me so well." Lily ran her hands over his sexy stomach as she rose and fell on him. <br><br>Lily went slow, she wanted to prolong his pleasure, to make him blissfully happy. She wanted him to see just how he had molded her into his perfect slave and lover. Lily knew if he was happy, she had done her job. She kept a certain air of innocence about her as she made amazing love to the most important man in her life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 21:05:34</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ magic with Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade moaned against her cheek as he lifted into her depths. The beat of his heart matching the urgency of their coupling. Her grasping and clutching had him undone. Her words echoed his own. <br><br>“Yes…together,” His voice a hurricane of lust as he cupped her breasts.<br><br>Arching up, shark like he mouthed her nipple. His hand gripped her hip as he felt the ache and guided the pace.&nbsp; It was as if the air around them were alive with the crackle of what they both urgently wished for. <br><br>Slow as forgotten between the jolts of pleasure coursing thru his body with each time she slammed down on him. He gulped air and met each charge, driving that pipe deep inside her. His duties disguarded to one side like the cell. He was in the moment with this one woman who spun him in ways he could not fathom. <br><br>“Oh hell yes!!” He growled as the passion turned savage and he gripped her harder. <br>He was at the edge and pushing them both over the cliff. He raised and flipped her on her back without missing a stroke. His strikes deep, his throbbing cock engorged, his balls coiled as he crushed her to his chest ready to fire his hot load.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 02:14:09</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - oh fuck...</strong><br><br>Strong hands gripped her and pulled her back.&nbsp; She frowned, glaring at them, "get your chunks of meat off me" she protested loudly, kicking out at the large man holding her.&nbsp; "Do you know who my Master is?" she said, in a tone that said screw you arsehole.<br><br>Glaring back at the wimp of a man in front of her she smirked, "it was all his fault, he let them run away.&nbsp; We tried to stop them, but they ignored us.&nbsp; He didn't even try to get them back, he just let them run out." She told the men in a tell tale voice, looking sneakily at Madi and winking.<br><br>Partners in crime for sure.....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 02:37:31</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ Mission Unspeakable</strong><br><br>The big guy snagging Madison gave her a harsh shake. “Somebody needs their cunt washed out with soap after she spends a little time strung up!” He threatened.<br><br>Throckbottle put out the hand with the bag. “Cease and Desist! Unhand that girl, my good man. It wouldn’t go well if you…”<br><br>The man of course didn’t cease, instead the large blonde had her on her toes and was looking around for the overhead rings. <br><br>“A couple of minutes hanging up while I heat up your ass will toss your salad!” <br><br>“Really, I wouldn’t do that. There aren’t any…” Humphrey saw the guy choking Madison eye the balance bar at the mirror. “NO!!&nbsp; Definitely not that!! “<br><br>The one gripping Evie brought her face to face with him as he shouted, “Your Master is a dick!!&nbsp; A small dick at that. And you’ve got a mouth which I’m gonna shut for you !!”<br><br>Throckbottle turned to the one mugging Evie, “Don’t do that… Please… you’ll. She’ll.. Oh dear!”<br><br>The sound of air rushing in and out past paper was heard intermittently as Madison was getting half dragged to the warm up bar. Evie was getting the lecture as the big guy was telling her exactly what a stupid impotent master she had. <br><br>The other four broke off into groups of two expecting to share in the use of both slave. Throckbottle was waving the paper bag like a sword near the looters as things went from bad to really bad. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 02:41:51</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - fuck you you twat</strong><br><br>Evie arched an eyebrow at the huge, blond man.&nbsp; He didnt frighten her, and he obviously didn't know she was Vern's.&nbsp; She bought her knee up into his groin as he got in her face.<br><br>"Listen to me you worthless piece of shit.&nbsp; You havent earnt the right to even mention my master.&nbsp; You have no right to say those things about him." She sneered, anger flashing in her eyes.<br><br>"You best let go of me now before you really do have something to worry about." She wasnt afriad of him, how dare he say such things about <em>HER</em> Master!! She could think them, others could think them, but she would not have anyone bad mouth Vern.<br><br>"You are trash, and you dont deserve a slave..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 12:29:20</strong>
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				Madison~ It's His Funeral&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The shake silenced Madi if only for a moment. She shrieked and once more twisted in the German's grip. "You think you scare me? You look like a fucking wannabe Nazi!" Madison wouldn't utter a word of who her Master was, if that's what he truly was to her. No, if these tall freaks wanted to fuck and hurt her despite the fruit cups warnings it was their funeral. She would take whatever they had to give her simply for the satisfaction of seeing Moussad's reaction.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Madison knew the looks some gott for simply looking in her direction, but these fuckers were laying their meaty, filthy hands on HIS property. It wouldn't go unpunished. "Do your worst limp dick. I bet your slave can't even find yours half the time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 15:33:48</strong>
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				<strong>Lily feeling the heat</strong><br><br>She had no idea the hold she had over him, she knew he had probably had other girls, other slaves he tamed. Yet, she didn't care, he was hers for the moment, the man her heart belonged to, needed, was aching for. She cooed as his mouth enveloped her soft nipple, causing to to pebble against his tongue. <br><br>She rode him at his pace, as he guided her, made her keep the tempo he wanted. She did this all for him, all the make his life happy and content. She let him move her body up and down him as he speared into her over and over. Lily's gentle moans grew louder as they rode the next wave of passion together. There was nothing but love in her eyes for him. <br><br>She gasped as he spun her and she landed under him, she intertwined her fingers with his as he looked down on her. He ran her hard, and she loved it, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close. She looked deep in his eyes, leaned up and kissed him, there was a silent understanding between them. As she broke from the kiss, she looked deep once more, "May I cum Sir?" she whispered ever so innocently to him,&nbsp; still being the slut he desired. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 00:23:10</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ warming up</strong><br><br>Lily was the melody to his tenor. She was the thrill in this rolley coaster ride. Tsade growled and cursed as he held back and the pressure became too much. <br><br>“YES!!” he bellowed shoving into her so deep he was sure she would have bruises on the throat side of her tonsils in the morning from his release. <br><br>Hanging on for dear life as he came and came inside her. Her innocence revealing a hot hungry woman that was his alone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 00:40:41</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ bad to badder</strong><br><br>Throckbottle surveyed his dance studio. The group had subdivided in two. <br><br>To his left, three heavy weight Viking types were mauling Madison at the warm up bar. She was fist and feet while they were hands and arms. The three were trying to snag parts of Madison in order to pin her along the wood frame. She was giving as good as she got.<br><br>While on his right two of the three brutally built types were attempting to beat the crap out of Evie. The third man was down with an incapacitating groin injury that had Humphrey crossing his legs and screwing up his face in sympathy. <br><br>Throckbottle was contemplating what he should do at that very moment. Who he should intercept first. Madison looked the more over powered with three on one. Evie had her back to the corner and the other two on her had hands on their belts reaching for their whips while she was laying into flesh with tooth and claw.<br><br>Armed with the torn bag Humphrey took a step forward determined to gain control of his studio in whatever manner was necessary. He’d never beaten men to death with rumbled paper but he was willing to give it a shot. <br><br>Throckbottle jerked back as something whizzed past him from behind. It was some type of long bullet and until it stuck deeply into the wood of the warm up bar he didn’t recognize it for a knife.<br><br>“FUCK YOU MOTHER!!” Howled the turban headed banshee as he launched himself into the three mugging his Madison.<br><br>Throckbottle look on in horror as the one man hoard buzz sawed into the three.&nbsp; He would have moved to assist but a huge shadow fell on Humphrey from his right. The heavy thud thud of size 13 wides hitting the floor at what could only be described as swiftly for a building or wall of water. He glanced up cautiously as the giant made a direct line towards the corner.<br><br>“EVIE!!&nbsp; Stop bitin them assholes! You don‘t know where they been. They probably got all kinds of fuckin diseases!!” King Kong shouted as he reached out to touch in a unpleasant way both the men that were beating her in the corner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 00:57:52</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - about bloody time</strong><br><br>her knee caught the soft tissue just right and felled the big mouthed guy like a tree.&nbsp; But there were still two who wanted to play tag.&nbsp; she clawed and bite.&nbsp; But they towered over her, fists flew, she felt like a rag doll as she was beaten and battered, one punch caught her straight in the nose, she saw stars and tasted blood.&nbsp; Then her anger exploded and she threw herself at them like awailing banshee...<br><br>"My Master is better than you in every way" she screamed, "Just you wait, he'll tear your balls from you and make you eat them" she was saying as she received a beating.&nbsp; But she continued to taunt them, her words boasting about her Master.<br><br>Then she heard HIM.&nbsp; She had never been so glad to hear his voice.&nbsp; She lowered her defenses.&nbsp; And got a nasty punch in the stomach for it.&nbsp; She folded double and then fell to her knees, clutching her belly as she heard Vern, her Master making his way across the room.<br><br>She was a bloody, bruised mess, but she had stood up for him.&nbsp; She groaned softly, hoping that he would take over so she could quietly suffer....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 01:21:45</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Wjat the hell took him so fucking long?!</strong><br><br>If they grabbed for her ankle Madison went all out with a forceful kick to whatever she could reach. Sometimes just the hand or arm and then the occassional stomach. The brutes simply had more limbs than she could keep track of.<br><br>One grabbed for her arm while she was distracted Madi was fortunate to catch him and spit directly in his face.<br><br>There was a familiar whir of steel cutting through the air, distracting her from the three men and soon she was pinned and shaken roughly once more. Now was the time to play the traumatized victim and her eyes watered on cue as they met the fury behind Moussad's.<br><br>Madi had gotten off easy compared to Evie who was even more marked up now than she had been.<br><br>"Why don't you freaks tell our masters what you told us," Madi called in a song-song voice. Earning her a rough&nbsp; cuffing to the right side of her head. "These fucks don't learn do they Evie?"<br><br><br><em>They're so in for it now!</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 02:00:57</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, his girl</strong><br><br>She came just moments before he did, her small body shuddering under him. Tsade knew how to make her feel so good. She relished a moment of ecstasy, be fore he exploded and flooded her body with his cum. She felt him fill her like there was no tomorrow. <br><br>He warmed her as he came and came, it seemed like he would never finish as she felt the rug burns on her back. As he finally calmed, she reached up to him and brought him down to feel his body cover her. "I don't care, I love you Sir, you have given me so much, and I am forever in your debt for all of it." She then placed a gentle butterfly kiss on his lips as they basked together in their coupling. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 02:54:47</strong>
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				<strong>Meanwhile ~~</strong><br><br>The phone on the desk rang insistently. Shift Leader Penney glanced at it as he shuffled papers from one basket to another. <br><br>From the other room Shift Sergeant Fallingsworth answered from the Sergeant’s Desk. Fallingsworth held the phone to his ear and leaned out over the end of his desk.<br><br>“Sir, it’s level 2 security.”<br><br>“Hmmm…”<br><br>“Assistant Security Depaul,&nbsp; Sir.”<br><br>“Hmmmm…Good man Depaul.”<br><br>“Yes sir, level headed he is. Says there’s a row in room 25, dance department…” <br><br>“OH? What’s he bothering us for? Have him call up a trainer or two.”<br><br>“Right sir.”<br><br>There was a pause with lots of uh huhs&nbsp; and 'I sees' before Fallingsworth finally spoke.<br><br>“Sir, seems there’s six trainers and three of our security mixing it up.”<br><br>Shift leader Penney continued to shuffle papers. “Certainly trained security armed with stunners can handle six trainers?”<br><br>Sergeant of the Shift Fallingsworth cleared his throat and spoke with the receiver to his chest, “Actually, it appears that the six aforementioned trainers and three of our lads are all on the same side against two slaves and...“<br><br>“And?” Shift Leader Penney quirked one brow. The shuffling of papers stopped abruptly. “And what, Shift Sergeant?”<br><br>“And… well sir, Depaul is requesting back up, sir.”<br><br>Shift Leader Penney bolted from his chair and charged out his office door. “Bloody Hell!!”<br><br>Fallingsworth shouted into the phone as the Shift leader ran past, “Hold the revolt, reinforcements are on the way!!”<br><br>Fallingsworth motioned to the four in the break room, “Come on you lot time to earn your keep!”<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 03:05:28</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ the Hockey game in the Dance Studio</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Throckbottle was still clutching the phone in one hand as he sucked air in thru the torn bag in the other. Three security had joined the melee. It was a mound of chaos. There were limbs and arms strewn like angry tentacles. Shouting and screaming from within the boiling mess. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;One trainer lay unconscious on the door at the entrance where he had been tossed. Another was trying to crawl away from the pile but something had his foot. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Bit leg of Fuck the Camel, Madforson!! I break dis one many bone now!” Moussad called out cheerfully from somewhere in the pile.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“God Dammit Evie, that’s my ass you’re bitin!! Bite the other ass!!” Vern growled as another body shot out of the pile and screamed thru the air just missing Throckbottle by inches.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Humphrey ducked in the nick of time and turned at the thwump to see a security uniform melt down the wall. It was then that a handful of more security lead by Shift Leader Penney peered inside. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Throckbottle looked frantically around for a place to hide. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Shift Leader Penney surveyed the dance studio. “Right!!”<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He glanced over at the two limp bodies. The screams from the pile were all male. He turned to see the noncommital look in the eyes of his men. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Well!!” Shift Leader Penney barked as he made a command decision. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Let’s take care of the injured first!! Look lively!”<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;There was a general sense of urgency to grab unconscious limbs and dash out quickly. The injured had multiple hands taking them from the area.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Shift Leader Penney gave a last look at the scene as a foot disappeared beyond the door. His eyes meet Throckbottle‘s.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“We’ll be back with reinforcement. Possibly a water cannon and definitely bandaids!” then he was gone.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Hit Camel shit again Madforson!!” Moussad howled as he pounded on someone trying to escape the crushing attack.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 04:02:05</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ relaxing </strong><br><br>Tsade held her in his arms. Her breath tickled his flesh as she spoke. He half listened as he gathered himself together laying against her. The immersion was more than use. She was the beginning and ending of each breath he took. Where he had found a place to stuff all those unanswered needs she had come along and released the lid that contained them. He was free to be what he was on a deeper level while they were alone together. <br><br>He would only share himself with her while they were alone. To do otherwise in public exposed him in a way that would have crippled any command he had over the rough and tumble group of assorted thuds and criminals who were part and parcel of the corporation. <br><br>For the last few hours he could uncloak. He was in his element and yet all of this was new. It was because Lily was unknown to him and yet she had managed to give him the peace he had not found.<br><br>“Do you always talk after sex or is this something new?” He asked as he kissed her neck.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 05:41:27</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, did she say too much?</strong><br><br>She wondered if he made the comment because he liked his girls quiet and attentive. Lily buttoned her lip and turned her head away from him. She didn't want to bore him with her yapping, so she decided to stay quiet for now. <br><br>She stroked his hair and showed him her affection in silent ways, her other hand trailing down his back. If the other girls knew of their relationship behind closed doors, there would be a coup for sure. All the slave would be demanding that they have equal treatment like Lily had. Once she was outside that door, it would be business as usual, her rank under him, and follow orders to the "T". <br><br>For now though, she cherished this private time with him, wished it would never end. She felt so blessed in his arms when they were alone. She hoped she was the one to unlock his heart and let her in deeper into his life. She would wait and be patient, she had only been there a short time. He would show her how deep his affection was on his terms and tine, and she would wait as longs as she had to for those little signs that she had gotten to his heart. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 23:31:54</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - an arse is an arse...</strong><br><br>She didnt know whose arse it was!!! It appeared in front of her and she sunk her teeth into the meaty cheeks.&nbsp; She held on through the beating she was receiving.&nbsp; Someone grabbed her hair, another tried to pull her arm.&nbsp; She fought like a lioness protecting her young.&nbsp; But there were no young to protect.&nbsp; She was letting off the pent up energy from the events of the past few days.<br><br>"Oh, sorry" she said, letting Vern's bum go and turning towards another attacker.&nbsp; This one she launched herself onto, her arms around his throat as her legs wrapped around his waist. She rode him like a rodeo bull, kicking her heels into the soft tissue of his belly when she had a chance.&nbsp; Fingers gouged into eyes and she bit his ear.&nbsp; A scream of pain accompained the taste of blood.&nbsp; <br><br>She was too far gone to take any notice of what was hapopening, all she knew was that she had to protect Vern and fight any who dared to come near to her....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 01:00:01</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ cooling down</strong><br><br>Her eyes sparkled as he looked into them. He pressed his head in her hands as he held her. Something was odd suddenly. He leaned up on his elbows and regarded her. The first though that came to him was trying. <br><br>“Be yourself with me,” He said in a tone of acceptance.<br><br>He would have said more but the cell vibrated near by in the pile of his clothes. It was insistent.&nbsp; A call that could not be ignored..<br><br>He kissed her lightly in a promise to return to the conversation then glanced at who was calling.&nbsp; <br><br>“Medical, that’s curious,” He remarked and put it to his ear.<br><br>“Tsade here.”<br><br>His eyes narrowed. He turned his head and lifted from her. “Authorize the use of a water cannon.” <br><br>There was a thoughtful silence.<br><br>“Approximately how many are involved in this riot?”&nbsp; <br><br>Tsade shifted as he rolled off Lily. His tone all business.<br><br>“Not including the injured, eight. I meant the rioters. How many rioters?”<br><br>He motion Lily to the pile of clothing as he listened.<br><br>“TWO? A water cannon seems a bit extreme for two riots doesn’t it, Shift Leader Penney?”<br><br>He stood and waved her to fetch his trousers. <br><br>“Too dangerous for a platoon of security. Soften them up first with the water cannon. I’ll come have a look myself.“<br><br>“Oh I insist. And I expect you to be waiting for me with reinforcements when I arrive.” Tsade ended the call with a push of the button.<br><br>&nbsp;He reached out for the trousers, “Dress Lily, we’re going to see what’s left of Mr. Throckbottle’s dance studio.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 02:44:01</strong>
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				Madison~ Mad-ih-sin who the hell is Madforson?<br><br>There was no way Madison could tell who Fuck the Camel was but decided the nearest covered leg would do. &nbsp;Covered because at least it wouldn't be Evie she bit and Moussad was a few feet over fighting with some other freak.&nbsp;<br><br>Her teeth sunk into the hardened muscle of someone's calf. There was a screech from somewhere further up followed by a kick to her shoulder. Still she held onto the leg and beat her fists into back, arse, leg, any part of the beast that had threatened her and her friend.&nbsp;The&nbsp;men could handle themselves, there was no need to defend them. Especially Vern and Moussad, they could take down a city each with their own bare hands were they given the chance.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Hit Camel shit again Madforson!!” Moussad howled as he pounded on someone trying to escape the crushing attack.<br><br>Madison growled when she heard it again. "It's Madison!", she corrected, throwing her arm out to block a punch and countering with a hook with her free arm into the ribs. "Fucking shit!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 22:51:50</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, girl interrupted</strong><br><br>She nodded when he told her to be herself, she would, she would never change and be her sweet charming self for him. She would have said more but that damn phone rang again! Lily was ready to throw that thing in the ocean, but he was the head of the establishment and needed to be available at all times, even if it was inconvenient. <br><br>It sounded serious, water cannons? Riot? What the hell was going on in this building? She groaned softly as he left her to talk business, it was truly am out of control moment somewhere in the building. <br><br>As he motioned to the clothes, she handed him his trousers, then his shirt. She straightened his socks and gave placed them next to him. AS Tsade finished the call, she hopped up and grabbed her own clothes and slipped into them. She grabbed her lead and gave it to him so he could attach it to her collar.<br><br>&nbsp;It was business time and Lily knew to switch modes, they were heading out and she was once again his slave to the outside world. They were going to the dance studio, god only knew who had gotten Bottle Rocket going, someone probably did a leap wrong. She placed her hands behind her back and kept two paces behind him as they headed out to see who had caused all the trouble. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 00:42:58</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ business</strong><br><br>Lily knew her place and took it immediately as the door opened. He stepped out leading her in what was to be their customary gate. Each step, each move planned to take advantage of any chance to surge ahead without actually jogging. <br><br>There were two men in dark suites that fell in step behind them. He gave a nod of recognition to each as he past them. They were department heads. Apparently certain departments had alerted their supervisors and those same supervisors took it upon themselves to assist.&nbsp; <br><br>Smart.<br><br>They in fact cleared the way for Tsade and Lily thru security and everything else to include holding the lift and ensuring that there were only four people in it when the door closed.<br><br>There was silence in the lift on the way down. Either those that wished to speak didn’t or there was nothing yet to say. Tsade thought it was a nice ride. Lily stood behind him. His hand behind his back and his fingers playing into the V of her slit during the short ride down.<br><br>Tsade actually never turned to look at her. He had her on the tips of two fingers. There was really no need to see her response. This was business and she’d learn what that meant for her as well.<br><br>Besides it took his mind off homicidal behavior for the moment. It gave him&nbsp; time to steel himself for the debauchery that was the hallway to the kitchen and then the dance studio itself. His face unreadable as the door slid open and he stepped out into a puddle. He stood in the middle of the corridor and surveyed the damage. <br><br>A thin lake of water rushed towards the emergency exit. There was a stream forced forward by several squeegee wielding firemen. A group of three men in the customary white uniform of Chef’s looked above as a sagging ceiling tile finally gave way and crashed a few feet in front of Tsade.<br><br>“No worries sir. Fixed by 2300 tonight,” reported one of the suite behind Lily.<br><br>“Any other damage here?” Tsade said calmly in that business tone.<br><br>The rattle of papers on a clipboard, “A few miscellaneous kitchen items, broken dishes and such, various light bulbs require replacing and a missing cleaver…”<br><br>It was at that time another shower of sparks popped like a fire cracker from one of the florescent bulbs. A fireman reached up to make the adjustment and the cleaver fell from the now dead exit sign and stuck nose first in the tile floor.<br><br>“Ah, the cleaver,” One of the suites replied, “Jolly good. <br><br>“I think I’ve seen enough here.” Tsade remarked.<br><br>He turned back to the lift and gave Lily’s leash a tug expecting her to follow. His hand casually waving in the direction of those peeking out from the kitchen.<br><br>“Are they on the clock, Mr Reynolds?” Tsade asked.<br><br>“I’ll sort it out at once sir,” said one of the suites and peeled off towards the Kitchen.<br><br>Tsade stepped into the open lift expecting Lily to take her place behind him and against the back wall. His hand to his back anticipating her. This was not the time to disappoint him.<br><br>“Down please,” Tsade said to the lone suite who stepped into the lift.<br><br>“Yes sir,” came the reply as the door slide closed.<br><br>“The Chef?” Tsade asked.<br><br>“Criminally insane I’m afraid. Quiet mental, sir,” the suite replied.<br><br>“Indeed,” Tsade replied in that noncommittal way as the elevator descended.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 00:45:13</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ swing low</strong><br><br>Vern was running out of people to swing at. This disturb him greatly. He had been saving himself for some large brawl and had just got the kinks out. Oh sure there were people around. Most were laying around unconscious. Evie was still attacking someone.<br><br>“Hey slut!!” Vern growled in her direction. “That one ain’t moving!!&nbsp; Look around for someone else to kick!”<br><br>It seemed that except for the person Moussad’s bitch had her fist into there wasn’t anyone except Bag Boy whatsisname left standing from the other side.&nbsp; <br><br>Vern called out to Moussad. “Hey raghead! Stop searchin the bodies and have a look outside case someone heard the noise and called help!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 00:46:08</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ Criminal evidence</strong><br><br>“Madforson!” Moussad called out cheerfully to his slave. “Look for criminate evidence, like gold teeth, rings, pound notes. I am Out looking and return quick.”<br><br>He moved past her giving her ass a loving swat and punched the crap out of the guy trying to take her apart. She had been holding her own and he was very proud of her. He would tell her later once they were somewhere else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 05:24:04</strong>
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				<strong>Lily surveying the war zone</strong><br><br>She stepped in pace with him, two steppe behind. Lily knew her place, she was his slave, and she had to assume her role in the presence of others. She watched as the other two joined them in the lift. Lily didn't even realize he was snaking towards her until she felt his fingers tickle her slit. <br><br>Lily let out a soft sigh as he fingered her, her tender body reacting favorably. She loved when be touched her, and she didn't care there were two more pairs of eyes spying on her. It felt good to be his slave and feel his touch no matter who was around. <br><br>As the doors opened, Lily's jaw dropped, it looked like a cyclone went through the room. She stayed behind Tsade as he took care of business. Whoever did this, caused some serious damage. She ducked behind him as the cleaver dropped, it had frightened her. She spied the look on Tsades face, he was always stoic and you could never tell what he was thinking. <br><br>As he headed back to the lift, so did she, taking her place behind him as they entered. She saw him wiggle his fingers and she took a step forward, letting him find her damp sex once more. They rode down, small coos coming from behind him as he once more made her feel oh so good. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 20:40:04</strong>
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				Madison groaned from the loving swat, much of her body ached and old welts throbbed as she sat on the floor and moved through limbs. She wasn't sure what Moussad meant from 'criminate evidence' but from what he explained she assumed that he wanted her to loot their bodies for anything valuable. Madi glanced at Evie and dug into pockets, pulling out wallets and wrapping it in her torn skirt. Next went the chains, watches, and any other glittering jewelry. There was no way that Madi was digging in mouths or touching guards, though she figured they had been dragged out for the most part. Finished she slid back against the mirrored wall and sighed, "Who knew?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 18:03:49</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - cant kick anymore</strong><br><br>Evie was really letting some guy on the ground have it.&nbsp; He was groaning and she was kicking.&nbsp; "You&nbsp; fucking (kick) prick (kickkick)....you think you were gonna get a piece ot me, (kickandstomp) you are so fucked" she hissed, making sure he understood the implications of what he had done.&nbsp; When Vern called Evie stomped hard on his cock, and then turned.&nbsp; She felt a pain explode along her side she winced, her hand pressed to her right side.<br><br>"I think I need to rest for a moment" she said, her face paling and the room suddenly spinning, "I feel sick..." she said, "oh fuck, I need to throw up" she told Vern, seeing Throckbottle and snatching his bag.&nbsp; She held it to her mouth and emptied the contents of her stomach into the bag and then handed it back to the poor dance teacher.<br><br>"Can we go Master, I really dont feel good" she exclaimed, wishing to be laying down flat in a darkened room...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 00:53:58</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ chaos in the studio</strong><br><br>It sounded a bit like a train as he watched the pile of bodies colliding. If Humphrey were a betting man he would have certainly bet wrong. Two against eight, who would have guess. So he tried to look very small hoping to be unnoticed as his thoughts between crawling somewhere to hide and running away collided and he was stuck in place with a plethora of indecision.<br><br>Madison was quick Throckbottle had to admit. But Evie who had that paper bag in her hand was just plain dangerous. She brought it to her lips before he could stop her. His first thought was germs. Did she have her rabies shots? <br><br>It was too late. He watched in horror as she filled the bag. He was about to retreat when she shoved it back into his hand. <br><br>The bag was warm. It felt heavy and oozed in droplets thru the tear. The dance floor was pristine, and highly polished. Any disturbance of the polish could cause a dancers feet to stick when they should glide and could result in a leg injury. Weeks of work would be destroyed in seconds. <br><br>Yet the bag was warm with toxic digestive juices. A drop was oozing from the bag making a slow line toward the floor. He shuddered as he placed a hanky on the bag and turned toward the bin in stilted steps to avoid any possibility of leakage or breakage from the paper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 00:57:33</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ Point man</strong><br><br>Moussad took a quick peek out the open door face and jerked back. His hands signaling to Vern briefly as he ran towards his slave. It was gonna be close. <br><br>He bolted from the door as Throcknuts walked in that direction. Moussad rushed towards Madison as she stood against the mirror wall. His hand stretched out ready to snag her hand as he passed. His objective, the fire exit at the back of the studio .<br><br>“Good party, we go now!” Moussad told her as he pulled her into a run with him. His other hand out toward the exit door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 00:59:33</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ Evie the party pooper</strong><br><br>Moussad was at the door giving the signal. Time to go. Vern turned toward Evie. <br><br>She seemed to move a little slower now that the excitement all died down. Vern figured&nbsp; all that dancing and exercise must have exhausted her. Damn shame he really wanted to fuck her again. At least she’d sleep hard tonight. None of that tossin and turnin that annoyed Jethro enough to make the snake cranky in the morning. <br><br>Vern’s first step was the launching of a battle ship. He crashed into the floor of bodies aiming to collect Evie like a sack of fast food. He answered her question as he galloped to her.<br><br>“Yep,” He said scooping her up in his arms like a foot ball&nbsp; and shot out like a rocket right behind Moussad. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 01:04:12</strong>
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				<strong>Throckbottle ~ The invasion</strong><br><br>There was the distinct sound of slithering. The huffing of men dragging a heavy load into position. It was followed by other sounds that Humphrey tried to ignore.<br><br>“Bring it around!”<br><br>&nbsp;Someone shouted on the other side of the door as Humphrey walked stiff legged so as not to jar any more toxic waste on the polish. He ignored the commotion in the hall to focus on the bag.<br><br>“More left!”<br><br>It was a mistake. Boiling oil, red ants mistake. Every step, that much closer. He was within three feet of the bin. It was strategically placed to the left of the open frame.&nbsp; The frame Humphrey must quick step past to reach the bin and dispose of his cargo.<br><br>“There!”<br><br>“There?” Humphrey repeated as the sound of rubber wheels skidding on the tile had him looking into the barrel of the water cannon.<br><br>“There’s one, Fire!”<br><br>Click.<br><br>“Oh god,” Throckbottle groaned as he instinctively held the paper bag out as far as his arm would stretch and his eyes squinted shut. It was definitely gonna hurt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 01:07:08</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ the battle zone</strong><br><br>This time the ride in the lift seemed to relax him. Lily’s soft moans were the massage his frayed nerves required. Tsade made a mental note to ride the lift several times a day. It was good exercise and probably therapeutic.<br><br>The lift door opened and Tsade gave Lily a gentle tug as he stepped out. It was quiet on the far end of the corridor near the ramp access. All too disturbingly quiet for a place that had been described as the scene of much bloodshed and mayhem. <br><br>It was quiet. Academic. Library quiet. As if a whisper would be sucked immediately into a void never to reach past the speakers lips. Dead quiet might be a reasonable explanation of the nature of that eerie silence. <br><br>He stood very still.&nbsp; Nothing.<br><br>He was about to give the suit to his left a look when he heard a rumble of soft thunder. He turned in that direction. It was the far end of the hallway. That’s when he heard the blood chilling scream. <br><br>“Ah,” Tsade said and stepped off briskly. <br><br>Tsade slowed as he noticed the commotion at the frame of the dance studio.<br><br>There were four men with Shift Leader Penny, Shift Sergeant Fallingsworth and the water cannon. All were focused on the dance studio. The cannon was nothing more than a fire hydrant on wheels and it’s barrel was inside the studio. The very same studio in which there were shouts and possibly mayhem. All on the polished wood floor.<br><br>Tsade motioned to the suit, “Davis, see to the carnage. I want all the ring leaders in my office in twenty minutes. That’s anyone in that room above the rank of new employee.”<br><br>Then Tsade stopped. His arm out like a gate to catch lily in case she didn’t notice his abrupt lack of forward motion. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 02:37:36</strong>
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				Madison~ Ain't no rest for the wicked&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She had barely managed to catch her breath when Moussad came in and grabbed her hand. There was no knowing what was going on but she didn't ask questions. Madison stumbled for a few steps before finally managing to keep her ground as they made their dash for the exit. "Where are we going?" she asked, panting and out of breath already. It was plain as day that she didn't have the stamina to keep the current pace. All adrenaline had left her system and now it seemed they were running for no reason. If there were to be stairs involved she would never make it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 05:00:05</strong>
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				<strong>Lily being obedient</strong><br><br>She was everything he wanted, she stayed two paces behind as he tugged on her leash. She was bein very good and quiet as he surveyed the scene. It was very quiet, eerie quiet, something like what would happen before a tornado. <br><br>Then the sound of the tornado, and she followed him as he moved toward the chaos. Two paces, always two paces behind him. She saw his arm shoot up as she saw the water cannon. She peeked at it from behind her master. When he calmly said his orders, she knew it would be a long night of interrogations. Lily bit her lip, holding back a sigh knowing it was going to be all business tonight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 00:02:45</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - fuck that hurts</strong><br><br>Evie gasped as Vern was suddenly tearing towards her, scooping her up in his huge arms and then heading out of the studio via the emergency exit, hot on the heels of Madi and the strange Arab she called Master.&nbsp; Evie winced as Vern carried her, everything was hurting now.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please Master, that hurts, everything hurts" she whispered, an explosion of pain tearing through her side, "some idiot kicked me in the side, I can hardly breath" she exclaimed, struggling to get free, the pain was just getting worse and it was hard to focus, she had to keep her mind on breathing, her chest, especially round the side, was really hurting...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 00:57:57</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ returning to work</strong><br><br>There was no indication by word or deed that Tsade was annoyed. He made his way with Lily behind him at a casual business like pace. He entered the lift and took his position near the buttons and waited until she was also in position before pushing the correct one. His fingers travel the distance between them and plunged into her heat once more as the lift took off.<br><br>He didn’t flinch when it went all the way to level 1 as lifts sometimes do.&nbsp; The door slid open and he stared face to face with a man with devilishly good looks carrying a clipboard in one hand and thermometer in his pocket.<br><br>“Doctor Goody,” Tsade said by way of greeting the new doctor.<br><br>The doctor’s eyes scanned behind Tsade. Flashed on Tsade then back to the slave.&nbsp; From there Doctor Goody spoke but his eyes didn’t move from the woman.<br><br>“OH… happy coincidence. Evening Mr… Grand Master.” He said as if Tsade wasn’t really there .<br><br>“Mind if I share… I’m going up,” the Doctor said taking a step toward the open door of the lift.<br><br>“Yes, I do mind,” Tsade said and pressed the 'close door' button. <br><br>Lucky for Doctor Goody he moved backward with a hop and saved himself a trip to a funeral. Possibly his own.<br><br>Tsade said nothing thru the ride to the administration level. His fingers did all the talking. <br><br>Definitely therapeutic, he thought as he teased Lily constantly. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 01:15:28</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ Evie whining</strong><br><br>Well, they all complain every once in a while. She’s just held up longer than anyone he’d ever fucked. Vern liked the washing also. She actually got the deep itch. It was just hard as hell to find a bitch like Evie.&nbsp; <br><br>So when she started whining about the broken ribs instead of cuffing her he was a little tolerant, that and the fact they were racing down the stairs two at a time while he held her.<br><br>“Shut up and take shorter breaths, Evie.” Vern remarked. <br><br>They were on the lower level. The notice on the brick read level 2 when Vern spoke up.<br><br>“Level 1 rag head!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 01:16:43</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ running with Madforson!</strong><br><br>“Pick you feets up Madforson, or pyramid man will fall on us both!” Moussad called over his shoulder as he gripped her hand tight.<br><br>As they rounded Level 2 platform Moussad reached for the exit door. Vern’s instructions had him grabbing the rail instead and swinging Madison along beside him.<br><br>“We head for Kennels, Snake?” Moussad asked not sure why the change in plans.<br><br>“Naw, the Vet, Evie’s got a boo boo!” Vern replied close behind them.<br><br>Moussad reached for Level 1 exit door.<br><br>“Madforson, you broke too?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 02:35:09</strong>
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				Madison~ stupid raghead it's Madison!<br><br>The stairs flew beneath her feet as they sped down the stairs. "I'm not superwoman raghead! I can't keep up!" Madison complained.<br><br>Reaching the door to Level 2 Madison tried to pause for a breath only to get yanked down the stairs. Unaware of the change she had lost her footing and she got tangled in the skirt. Madison squealed and hit the ground, her ankle twisting as she went down.<br><br>"Damn it! I wasn't until now," she growled before gingerly rising to her feet and following Moussad down the steps. It was obvious he would be the death of her if he didn't stop to notice that she was a human being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 03:33:13</strong>
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				<strong>Lily going for a ride</strong><br><br>She slipped into the lift behind him and took her place. She felt his wicked fingers plunge inside once more and she sighed and cooed as he fingered her in the lift. Lily was quite getting used to this and actually enjoyed it herself, their own private secret. <br><br>As the door open and the doctor stood there speaking to her master, she never flinched. Her moans went silent as she listened to the exchange between the two men. She giggled as Tsade told the good doctor he could not join them, "Guess you're not one for sharing," she whispered as she continued to let him bring her dangerously close to climax right there in the lift. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 01:02:03</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ the ride up</strong><br><br>Lily’s comment created a fracture of a crease along his lips that hinted at a grin. A hint mind you, nothing anyone might notice except possibly the girl that had cause the response. <br><br>“Pearl before swine,” Tsade replied as the lift stopped at the correct level.<br><br>His fingers were wet as he withdrew from her. Llily had been making some very therapeutic sounds which he enjoyed immensely and would probably continue once they were in his office in some form or another. He said nothing more as he stepped from the lift. The lead in his other hand. His fingers from her should have been indication enough and it gave her time to catch her breath or whatever she had to do before following. <br><br>He did give her a bit more lead then he might have other wise. The walk to the office reception room was not long.&nbsp; It just seemed to take an eternity. <br><br>Tsade gave a nod to the receptionist moving behind the desk. She must have arrived shortly before him and was properly dressed to receive visitors although there was a hint of a blush to her cheeks that hinted at a disruption. <br><br>“There will be others,” Tsade began his instructions as he made the walk to his office door.<br><br>“They are to be here in 20 minutes. I want them waiting in the reception room for ten minutes before you buzz me.”<br><br>“Yes Grand Master, twenty minutes,” the receptionist replied her eyes averted but she managed a quick glance to Lily in acknowledgement and recognition.<br><br>Tsade had opened the door and was strode inside. He dropped Lily’s lead. There were things he must do to prepare and she knew her place. He expected her to be in front of the desk at present when he was ready to address her. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 01:29:20</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - running out of breath</strong><br><br>Evie groaned as he spoke, "if I take shorter breathes thre wont be anything left" she complained, her face pale as her breathing turned shallow.<br><br>"And that really hurts just where you are holding me" she said, wriggling in his grip.&nbsp; "I bloody well hope I wont be sleeping in no damn cage tonight" she told him, clinging to him as they went down the stairs, every step jolted and she winced.<br><br>"Damn, where we going?&nbsp; Hell itself?" she enquired, "cos it bloody well feels like it" she protested, trying to hide the fact she really wasnt doing very well...typical Evie, covering the truth with her mouthy comments.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 02:36:17</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ the dashing hero</strong><br><br>His slave girl lunged in the wrong direction. He thought she might be cursing. He knew she was falling. And then she fell but only momentarily. He never turned her loose. His hand was her life preserve in a sea of stairs. <br><br>“No Madforson, not fall this way now!” Moussad said opening the exit door to level 1. <br><br>He looked about to see what the traffic looked like. The only occupant nearby was someone in a white coat carrying a clipboard standing in front of the dinging lift. It looked like a holy man of sorts. Possibly a doctor or butcher. The arrow pointing up just above the closed lift door was blinking. The man seemed to have just missed the lift.<br><br>“Hey Snake! It‘s Boneman!!” Moussad shouted to Vern as he pulled Madison along with him.<br><br>“Hurry Madforson, we fix you broke now!” Moussad said cheerfully.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 02:38:08</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~&nbsp; Carrying the wounded</strong><br><br>“Well shut up then,” Vern told Evie as he came crashing to the level 1 platform barely missing Madison and Moussad.<br><br>Moussad was wirey even with Madison they were quicker. The two had launched out into the hallway before he could get his feet under him properly and follow. The exit door was slamming shut and Moussad was disappearing on the other side.<br><br>Vern drove his hand out and pushed on the door as it swung back to close. It snapped forward again and he leaped thru it. Evie still giving him a line of lip.<br><br>“Evie, shut up,” Vern growled as he spotted the guy in the white coat.<br><br>His eyes narrowed as the man turned. The cursive writing was embroidered in a bright blue above the jacket pocket. It read Dr Goody.<br><br>“I’ll be damn if it ain’t ole holy ghost himself! ” Vern shouted.<br><br>“Hey, Goody! Goody two shoes!!” Vern called and frowned when the man turned to run.<br><br>“Raghead, don’t let that bitch get away. He still owes me 4 quid!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 02:45:50</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She didn't catch that small smile of his, she only heard a slight lilt in his voice as he made his comment. Lily liked that she could bring a little joy into his life. <br><br>As he withdrew his fingers, she gave a disappointed sigh, she was so close, but he denied her the orgasm she thought she was going to achieve in that elevator ride. She composed herself and walked behind him once more&nbsp; to his office. She listened to him give instructions to the woman at the desk and even gave her a small smile. <br><br>Lily moved into his office with him and he dropped her lead. As he moved to his desk, she moved to the front of it and silently got down into presentation stance. This was her time to prove he had trained her well and that she knew her place with him when Tsade had to attend to business. <br><br>Lily stayed there quiet, wondering who had caused the havoc, and just how her master would go about punishing those involved. Deep down, she prayed it wasn't Evie or Madison, even though it would afford her the chance to see them both once again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 00:40:55</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - who are you telling to shut up???</strong><br><br>Evie winced as Venr continued to run, carrying her without really thinking about how it might be hurting her.&nbsp; She had no idea hwere they were going, all she knew was that every step he took pain jolted through her.&nbsp; She was even beginning to loose the mouth when he told her to shut up.&nbsp; She was running out of energy and enthusiasm.&nbsp; &nbsp;She hurt, she wanted to lay down and sleep.&nbsp; But she couldnt all the time he was moving, it jarred and sent waves of agony through her bruised form.<br><br>Hearing him call out about a Doctor she looked up, but her strength was running out.&nbsp; "Look Master, or whatever you wanna be called, just put me down and go after him, i cant do this much more" she panted, struggling to speak. "Just leave me" she pleaded, closing her eyes.&nbsp; She was very pale now, the bruises on ehr body exploding across as if she was developing.<br><br>"If you wanna go kick his head in go and do it, but leave me here and do it quietly, I really need to sleep." Of course that was the last thing she should do, but right now Evie didnt care.&nbsp; She was tired, she hurt and all she wanted was the chance to relax....<br><br>"I dont think I'll be fucking for a while..." she muttered, sounding a little sorry about that.&nbsp; She actually did enjoy fucking him...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 01:02:10</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ his office</strong><br><br>Tsade opened a draw and reached in. He moved from the desk with a remote in his hand. The other grazing Lily’s hip.<br><br>“Very good,” he replied as he headed for the couch expecting her to follow.<br><br>“Let’s watch a movie,” He said as he settled at one end of the couch and patted a spot next to him.<br><br>“Tonight we’ll watch the new drama, ‘Havoc in the Kitchen’ followed by the ever popular sequels titled, ‘What’s really happened in the dance studio part 1 and 2.”<br><br>“It will be a triple feature,” he said pleasantly waiting for her to snuggle in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 03:51:19</strong>
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				<strong>Lily at the movies</strong><br><br>She rose slowly as he brushed by her and motioned for her to come sit with him. Lily sat on the couch next to him, her head on his shoulder and her legs tucked under her. <br><br>"So it's an action movie tonight, is that correct Sir?" She giggled as he started the film. She could not wait to see who exactly had caused so much grief. Whoever it was, they were in a world of trouble and they had no idea what type of punishment they were going to face once they were brought before Tsade. <br><br>"Too bad you forgot the popcorn Sir," she laughed once more as they sat snuggled close together on his couch.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 22:50:30</strong>
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				Madison had been lucky to have not been as injured as Evie. Luck had truly been on her side. "It's just a strain. I'm not really broken," she groaned passing through the door on the first level. "Couldn't you tell Snake Man to leave Evie with me while you get the doctor? She's already gotten sick once and I doubt he would want to get puked on." It was a small attempt but at the pace they were going and with the hold Raghead had on her there was little else she could do. "Please?" There was no way she could know what type of trouble they'd be in, but if they truly were in danger Vern and Moussad would protect them, right? Then there were the stolen goods that were tied up in on part of the skirt, jingling and clinking with every step she took. "I'm not beating anyone else up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 04:29:37</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ One Giant leap</strong><br><br>His Madforson was making noises that he caught pieces of. Between the jingling and the shouting of directions by Snake Moussad knew what he had to do. He release his slave. It would be momentary. It gave him the edge he needed to take off after the much slower doctor. <br><br>Moussad leaped. He did not leap up, he leaped hip high and brought the man to the ground quickly.<br><br>“We got business for you, Boneman!” Moussad said with a broad grin as he scramble up the man’s body and jerked the Doc to his feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 04:30:36</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ one then two</strong><br><br>Vern cradled Evie against his chest as he watched Moussad take off like a rocket. Evie was offering suggestions again. <br><br>“When I want your advice, Evie, I’ll pinch your tit. Until then enjoy the ride,” Vern grumbled as he looked at the activity up ahead.<br><br>Madison was no longer attached to Moussad at the wrist. There was only one thing to do. <br><br>Vern stopped. He stopped any forward progress that would put him past Madison. Evie in his arms he hovered over the other slave girl.<br><br>“Okay little slut, let’s catch up with the Doc,” Vern said. “And don’t spill any of that whatever the Raghead called it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 04:31:04</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ the Movies</strong><br><br>Lily curled against him. His arm perched around her. Hand stroking her forearm. <br><br>He laughed with her about the popcorn and added a comment of his own as he pressed the code for the digital read out to set the location and time of their first movie.<br><br>“Next time,” He promised and kissed her hair.<br><br>His hand out, he pointed the remote to the wall. The lights dimmed and a large portion of wall darkened. He pressed the remote and the picture of the dance studio emerged with the date, and time in white at the left bottom corner.<br><br>“About 10 minutes before the first incident was reported to have occurred.” He told Lily.<br><br>The studio held 14 slaves standing behind Throckbottle clutching a paper bag to his mouth. Moussad was fingering Madison just as Throckbottle turned to the door.&nbsp; It was all down hill from there. Tsade sat still. Nothing moved. His mouth open slightly in utter amazement as the tale unfolded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 05:02:13</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, watching and shocked</strong><br><br>It was nice to sit him like this, together cuddled on his office couch, Lily was so happy with him. As he started the playback, she first saw Madison with some man Lily had never seen before. A smile came across her lips knowing Madison was ok. <br><br>Then Lily saw Evie and that bastard Vern. Lily abruptly sat up looking at the screen as the scene unfolded. "Oh no, no, no." Lily was shocked to find out the two culprits that caused all the havoc were the very same girls she had clung to on their journey from Shaw's.<br><br>Lily's face went pale, these girls were in for a world of punishment at the hands of her very own Master.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 15:29:00</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ I wanted a break!</strong><br><br>Madison had been about to take a seat against the wall and get her weight of her ankle when Vern stepped up to her. "I don't need a babysitter," she grumbledbefore straightening up beside Vern.<br><br>"Lead the was Mr. Boss Man," her words dripping in sarcasm as they made their way over to where Moussad had a tight grip on the white coat. "Why does the doctor look so scared?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 16:36:17</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ watching with interest</strong><br><br>Tsade was taking mental notes. There were things he admired about the girls. They were cunning, quick and used team work in a way that the trainers could learn from. Two girls had mastermind the great escape. He thought it delightful.<br><br>It was in him mind to implement some corrections. However, having seen who owed the two he chose not to take that route. It was just possible that the two owners, and he used the term loosely, might actually be the only two who could handle the girls.&nbsp; He’d need to review the other video segments to be sure.<br><br>But it was Lily’s reaction that surprised him. Not the fact that she recognized Vern. Vern was hard to miss even in a crowded football field packed with mercenaries and demons attending an International convention of Hell‘s Angels in San Francisco. <br><br>It was her standing ovation of horror as she recognized the slaves that were the catalyst. She knew them. Interesting. Most interesting.<br><br>“While your up, go to the desk. On the right corner there are two clamps. Fetch them,” Tsade said matter of factly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 16:38:16</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - sulking...</strong><br><br>Sticking her tongue at at Vern Evie went quiet.&nbsp; She didnt have the enrgy to argue with him, it hurt every time she breathed, it hurt so much she was fighting just having a little sleep.&nbsp; <br><br>Madison appeared and Evie smiled, "you ok?" she asked her friend, then glanced at the Doctor who certainly looked terrified.&nbsp; "Probably had a run in with these two before" she whispered, then giggled.&nbsp; Instantly regreting it as pain tore through her side...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 17:11:56</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ with Boneman</strong><br><br>Moussad had the doc by the lapels of his white coat. Goody was trying to put the clipboard between his vitals and Moussad’s knee. A learned behavior and possibly one learned while in the presence of Moussad recently.<br><br>“Don’t hurt me!” <br><br>“We are not to mug you. You fix broke bitches now!”&nbsp; Moussad said forcefully.<br><br>Doctor Goody glanced over his shoulder to the on coming mountain and the two women in Vern‘s care. It was clear the two slave had been tortured and were in need of decent fixing. Although he had failed the boards three times, he did pass and was accredited. He was a doctor and he had come here to practice without fear of litigation. <br><br>It was a relief to know these two trainers weren’t out for a shake down for pocket change to put into the beverage machines in the trainers lounge.&nbsp; <br><br>“Right, medical then,” He pointed to the small room with the sign that read storage closet.<br><br>Moussad released the man. The doctor dropped like a rock, and was shorter by two inches when he felt solid ground under his feet. Goody turned on his heels and stepped briskly to the door. He left the door open as he stepped inside. <br><br>It was a 8 by 10. An exam table along one wall with restraints. One exam light. Over head fluorescents that blinked like a neon sign at a diner. A counter. Cabinets. A tray on rollers. A cart. <br><br>The cart had a box of latex gloves, K Y jelly, and instruments meant to open, prick, pinch, puncture and sew someone up or not.<br><br>Goody ripped the bloody portion of white paper covering the exam table. What waited for the next patient was white paper that had a remarkable resemblance to meat wrap with the same texture and crumply sound.<br><br>Goody gave the exam table a pat. <br><br>“Here.”<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 17:13:19</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ escorting Madison with Evie onboard</strong><br><br>Vern herded Madison limping along. Evie in his arms. She wasn’t putting up a fight, trying to bite anyone, or showing her ass for him.&nbsp; It almost worried him a little. <br><br>“Keep movin slut,” He growled at Madison in response to her question as they followed like a congo line.<br><br>When the door open Vern gave Madison a head nod.<br><br>&nbsp;“Over there,” indicating near Moussad.<br><br>He kept right on going. The object of his attention was the exam table. He deposited Evie on the clean meat wrap almost gently.<br><br>“No biting!” Vern warned. “He’s gotta fix that other slut too.”
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 19:20:34</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, was she getting punished?</strong><br><br>Lily did as she was told, she obyed quickly and jumped from the couch and went to his desk. She found the two clips and placed them in her grasp. <br><br>Lily returned to the couch and out of sheer habit, got down on the floor and presented herself to Tsade. She shuddered, she worried that she was about to get punished for what Evie and Madison had done - guilt by association. <br><br>Lily kept her eyes averted as she handed Tsade the clips. She could only worry now that he was going to use them on her, set an example, then bring in Evie and Madison. Perhaps reverse punishment, show them that what they had done caused Lily to get punished. She wasn't sure what to think, but right now, no outcome she could imagine was good for her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 01:51:36</strong>
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				Madison~ I wasn't going anywhere!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Vern prodded her along and she moved into the storage closet, her stomach instantly turning into knots. This didn't look good in the slightest and she was grateful to not be overly injured. With any luck Goody wouldn't have any need to treat her.&nbsp; Seeing Evie get placed on the table that seconds before had bloody paper had Madi burying her face in Moussad's shoulder once she had joined him. "I'm fine Evie, you take care of yourself right now," she murmured from a distance, watching her sister from another mother as the Doctor neared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 02:03:13</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - you call this a doctor's office??</strong><br><br>Evie wasnt impressed.&nbsp; She looked around the Doctor's office and arched one eyebrow, "cant you give the poor bugger more room?" she said to Vern as he laid her on the table, she tried not to think about the bloody paper that had just been whisked away.<br><br>"I cant believe you dont get more patients with the high regard us girls are given" she said through clenched teeth as she tried to get comfy.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you have asprin great, but Iam not about to take anything in powder form.&nbsp; I once tried one of those and it damn near killed me" she told the cowering Doctor, referring to a powdered pain killer she had once been forced to take.&nbsp; It might have worked but shit it tasted vile....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 17:42:01</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Training</strong><br><br><br>Lily sprang into action as a gazelle in flight. Her body athletic, as she pressed those curves into his service. He decided to take her to the track tomorrow and possibly the racket ball court for a round or two. It would be good exercise for them both.<br><br>She returned, but not breathless with effort. As she knelt into position and offered the clips her sides were heaving. He regarded her as she word the look of concern for what he might have planned for her.<br><br>Tsade leaned forward, his hand gliding along her hip, ignoring her offering for the moment. Her body alive under his touch, her skin gathered. His own body responding. Again he simmered on the edge of desire. <br><br>It was then he choose to reach out with his other hand and accept the clips. His fingers trailing across her bare pussy. His thumb stroking in and brushing against her clit.<br><br>Her slender neck a prisoner of his collar. Her breasts tight and young had his attention once again. He stroked the cold metal clips across her nipple. <br><br>“What do you think I might do next, Lily?” He asked in a husky whisper.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 17:43:00</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ Surprise</strong><br><br>Madison came and without reluctance. For all her attitude she had come willingly and readily to him. Not just to him, not just to stand properly but to seek the security of his embrace. She snuggled into his shoulder and his arm automatically folded around her.&nbsp; He brought her closer to support her knowing the fall had done a job on her leg. <br><br>European women were curious, and Madison the most curious creature of them all. He did not try to figure her out, any more than he would try to figure out the edge of his own dagger. He knew that she was woman, in a way that pleased him. Her only flaw if there was one, was the dimples on her ass cheeks, and he liked that about her to. <br><br>She was chatty. These two seemed to be very chatty. He had considered gagging her but now he rather liked the sound of her constant humming.<br><br>"Shhh... Jadem," His word of endearment for her ear only.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 17:49:27</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ Meat on the wrapper</strong><br><br>“Yah ain’t gonna weigh her right. Don’t waste time weighin her or stickin a thermometer up her ass she’s warm enough, just fix what the fuck is broke, Goody,” Vern grumbled.<br><br>The doctor noting the way the giant hovered and shifted from foot to foot the doctor took it as good advice and didn’t bother with either of the less necessary diagnostic tools.<br><br>Instead, Goody cleared his throat and began his bed side manner, “So how long have you had these pains?’<br><br>“Since she got into a scrap with a few assholes. What the Fuck???”<br><br>Vern put a hand on Evie’s hip. It was as gentle a touch as Vern had. He didn’t use it often with people they seemed to need something heavier to get his point across. <br><br>“Touch something…. listen to her howl then fix it!” Vern growled and pulled back his lips to show an impressive display of sharp pristine teeth.<br><br>Vern meant business. The sooner this little bitch was patched the sooner Vern could happy fuck her again. What was so hard about figuring that out?<br><br>“Right…Right of course,” Dr Goody replied and kept an eye on the continent size hand that covered Evie’s him.<br><br>It wouldn’t take much for that hand to cross the pool of flesh and destroy his entire right side. Goody had been in fights before but never with an entire continental shelf. He wasn’t about to retire on disability in the first month of his employment. He bent to work. The obvious hurts would need cleaned up with betydine and antiseptics. She’d look a little jaundice in places but she wouldn’t contract a secondary infection.<br><br>The Doctor turned to Moussad, he seemed the safer of the two, “Could I borrow your woman to apply antiseptics?”<br><br>“NO,” Moussad said firmly.<br><br>“Alright then!” the doctor mumbled and returned to Evie.<br><br>Goody turned back to assess Evie. It didn’t take long to diagnosis cracked ribs. Pain killer for that. He tapped her side. Soft tissue trauma most other places. She’s look like a Van Gogh during his blue period in two day. He reached for a 1 inch paint brush and opened the jar of antiseptic. <br><br>Applying it in swaths where he could find the open cuts. He had Vern turn and open her while he painted her in a drab pumpkin. He patched and sewed placed that were opened wider than necessary. There were only two places requiring stitches. The syringe then the thread. <br><br>He was surprisingly efficient.&nbsp; He removed his gloves, tossed them in the bin then reached into his pocket. After shuffling bottles in and out for several minutes he finally held out a bottle to Vern.<br><br>“Three times a day until gone." Goody told Vern then looked at Evie, " You seem a smart girl, help him count won't you."<br><br>He looked back to Vern, "No exercise for a week. No hard floors for a week. No dips in the aquarium."<br><br>He gave Evie a pat on the shoulder, "Easy street for you lovie."<br><br>"She needs to take deep breaths. Sing and a shower once a day." he thought about it. "No fucking for a day or two."<br><br>&nbsp;Goody looked down at Evie again, "Don't get the stitches wet cat gut they'll dissolve by themselves."<br><br>He stepped back from Vern, "No need to bring her back unless you break her. She’s all yours.”<br><br>Without waiting for Vern to reply, “Next.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 21:00:27</strong>
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				<strong>Evie – a gentle touch</strong><br><br>Evie watched as her Master dealt with the Doctor.&nbsp; The poor medic looked as if he was about to wet himself, she actually felt sorry for him.&nbsp; Hopefully he would know what he was doing, or it might be him who needs his skill and not her.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew better than to to try and answer any of the Docs's questions, Vern was there, answers supplied in his usual friendly manner.&nbsp; When he placed his hand on her thigh she was rather surprised, and touched.&nbsp; He was gently holding her, letting those in the room know exactly who she belonged to.&nbsp; She hadn't expected that.&nbsp; Maybe she was getting through to him after all.<br><br>The next few minutes were a mix of pain and relief.&nbsp; The painkillers hit hard, she felt strange as the drugs took hold of her, chasing the pain away and leaving her a little sleepy and giggly.&nbsp; She didn't care about the stitches, she yelped a couple of times. But she didn't really care as she laid there letting the Doctor patch him up.<br><br>Antiseptic stung, but it was all good.&nbsp; She especially liked it when the Doctor told her Master she needed some care over the next week.&nbsp; “There goes the cage” she slurred, sounding almost drunk.<br><br>“Yeah master, no more breaking me” she said, and then giggled again, “all fixed, I'm hungry” she murmured sleepily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 22:29:33</strong>
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				Madison~Jadim<br><br>There hadn't been many lessons learned back at Lady Shaw's but there was one that never would leave her. No matter what the situation Madison knew fate wasn't on her side. There was no escaping with Moussad around and the only time she would truly be safe was when he kept a watchful eye on her.<br><br>When his arm went around her she couldn't help but smile, a warm fuzzy feeling coursing through her. The doctor worked carefully and there was no blaming him with a brute like Vern hovering.<br><br>It was impossible to watch, needles disappearing into one side of flesh and reappearing on the opposite side. Reminded Madi of some horror movie. Unable to bare anymore of the gruesome sight she took comfort in the solid chest of her master, if that was what he was meant to be.&nbsp;<br><br>Here she would not deny him and like Evie would say she belonged to him with pride. But the thought of the life she was losing, the freedoms to make her own decisions still had so much appeal. Regardless there was a bond between the two and when she hears "Jadim", Madison couldn't help but blush. <em>What does that mean?</em><br><br>The doctor called next and Madison lifted her eyes to meet Moussad's. "Do I have to?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 04:57:17</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - unsure once again </strong><br><br>He was taking his time with her, running his hand over her as she presented herself to him. As he ran the clips over her breasts and questioned her, she needed to come up with an answer. <br><br>"Sir, I assume that since I had spoke out of turn, or maybe it was because I knew the conspirators you will be doling out punishment. I only assumed that you asked for the clamps to teach me a lesson for one of those reasons." Lily did not waver, but waited for his response as she kneeled in front of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 01:05:07</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ lily assuming</strong><br><br>Speaking out of turn, or speaking without permission was definitely a good excuse to apply punishment. He endorse punishing both feverishly. <br><br>However, punishing her for exclamations or surprise was like beating her for crying out while he beat her.&nbsp; Pointless really, nothing learnable in that lesson.<br><br>There was the other possibility. That was the one he wanted to explore with her. Delve into her former training no matter how twisted it might have been. It would help him to determine what left her hot and dripping and what she feared most.<br><br>“Hmmm.. That’s an interesting concept,” Tsade remarked enjoying how she reacted to his touch.<br><br>He cocked his head to one side as he continued, “Have you ever been punished for guilt by association? Ever?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 01:05:48</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ Evie al la cart</strong><br><br>Vern felt the dismissal like a poke with a stick. Like many predicators, Vern had a long memory. He filed the challenge away for ‘Next Time’.&nbsp; He scooped Evie in his arms and stepped past Moussad cuddling his bitch.<br><br>“Shut up Evie,” Vern said. “Later Raghead.”<br><br>The pair kept walking right out the storage room door. Vern wasn’t heading for the kitchen. There’d been some kind of explosion. Probably a custard boiled over and the limp dicks set the fire sprinklers off when they caught a mitten on fire… probably.&nbsp; Some’em like that.<br><br>“I’ll fed yah when I’m damn ready,” Vern grumbled heading for his rooms.<br><br>He was almost definitely sure there was some peanut butter and jelly in the jar and a couple of pieces of bread. She could share his pitcher of tea and if she was really good a handful full of salt and vinegar Walkers. That was one thing the Limey’s did good. Them salt and vinegar chips.<br>&nbsp;<br>Some grub. A little idiot tube. Evie sleeping on his cock. Well, two out of three ain’t bad and there’s always tomorrow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 01:06:30</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~&nbsp; His Jadem</strong><br><br>Moussad answered Madison’s question by lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the newly replaced and pristine meat wrap on the exam table. He grunted to Vern as they passed like guards on watch before placing her on the table. <br><br>“Show him you broke stuff Madforson!”&nbsp; Moussad said in his train wreck English accent.<br><br>Dr. Goody eyed the girl on the table as he slipped his hand in the latex glove. He hesitated to reach for the thermometer. Even thought it was a mouth thermometer the Doc wasn’t taking any chances. <br><br>The Arab knew Vern. Dr Goody had hard limits, and getting equipment improperly inserted into an orifice of his body cavity by a disgruntled lay person with a horrible accent was one of those limits.&nbsp; Call him cerebral, but no. <br><br>Definitely not. <br><br>Goody pictured bending over the exam table and reaching around his own ass with forceps. He shivered and pushed the tray with the thermometer and the blood pressure cup out of the certifiably insane man’s reach. <br><br>He spoke to Madison in a surprisingly calm doctorly tone, “What seems to be the problem or problems?”<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 01:18:34</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- not surprised</strong><br><br>When he had asked if she had ever been punished for guilt by association, Lily shuddered. "No sir I have not, and if I may so hopefully add, if I am to be punished for the actions of those two girls, I am in for a world of hurt." <br><br>Lily knew how Evie and Madison could be, and if Lily was to be made the example, she knew she was in for a very long haul.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 21:58:25</strong>
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				Madison~ I need a new name&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With Evie gone Madison didn't feel nearly half as confident as she had just moments before. Feeling the hard steel beneath her she clinged to Moussad as a child would and let go, her hands folding over the lump of her skirt with the goods. It was amusing to see the doctor sweat over the simplest of things but calmed as he spoke to her. "There's nothing wrong, honest. Nothing but some scrapes and bruises, see?" Madi held out her arms and legs, the only real concern being her swollen ankle which she could tend to on her own with the skirt that was now in shreds. Glancing at Moussad she bit her lip, "I'm not broke."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 22:35:12</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - with Mr Charm himself</strong><br><br>"Gee, you are such a charmer" she murmured at Vern as he carried her out, telling her to be quiet and he would fed her when he was ready.<br><br>"I'm starving, I cant remember when I last ate" she pouted to him, her arms around his neck, "please Master, I'm all broke" she said, her voice taking on a silly edge, "I need looking after" she nearly laughed at that but didnt, she really didnt want to cause herself any pain.&nbsp; And the idea of him looking after her was actually quite ridiculous.&nbsp; <br><br>She wondered if he had any of the snakes trained to be nursemaids....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 05:24:16</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ side effects</strong><br><br>There was no one else in the room. No one else who could hear or see what was going on behind his closed door. No one but Lily would ever know that he had actually laughed in his office. <br><br>It sealed her to him. He liked her for many reasons and the more time he spent with her the more he found to like about her as a person. Humor. Raw and real. It had him laughing at the irony. She was probably right about those two. He had suspected it as soon as the scene began. She had endorse his suspicions. <br><br>He patted the couch beside him and grinned in good humor. “Come snuggle, while we see what else has happened.”
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 05:26:38</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ home and not alone</strong><br><br>It wasn’t exactly dump. It wasn’t exactly gentle either. Vern deposited Evie on the couch on his way to the corner kitchenette. There was actually a refrigerator, a microwave, a two sink counter and a dish drainer.&nbsp; There was a platter and one set of silver ware in the drainer.<br><br>He opened the frig and took a large box out then began stacking things on top of it. Parmesan was first, then what was left of a loaf of bread, a few slices of ham, a chunk of cheddar, four slices of pickles and a bag of crisps. Off to the counter where he dropped the box and the contents down and separated them out. <br><br>The platter was in his hand as he opened the box with the other, “You like warm pizza?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 05:32:19</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ injured dove</strong><br><br>Moussad pointed to the swollen ankle, “ size of a camel’s udder.”<br><br>Goody took it for his cue. One hand for the wrap and the other for the ankle. He carefully lifted the ankle up and manipulated it as he watched Madison’s reaction. He made an effort to be extra gentle. He’d already replaced one white coat.<br><br>“Sprained,” the doctor pronounced as he began to wind the wrapping around her ankle. <br><br>“Sprang?” Moussad repeated.<br><br>The doctor motioned to a pair of crutches leaning against the corner. <br><br>“Not Sprang. Sprained.” the doctor corrected.&nbsp; <br><br>“I say that word.” Moussad replied emphatically. <br><br>“Right. She‘s to stay off the leg for a week,” the doctor instructed.<br><br>“How is she get to here and here like that?” Moussad said pointing his two fingers down on his palm and making them move like legs walking. <br><br>“Crutches,” the doctor replied and motioned to the corner with his head again.<br><br>“Crotches? She got more than one?” Moussad asked curiously.<br><br>“Not crotches!” Goody began but saw Moussad regarding Madison with renewed interest and abandoned the language lesson.<br><br>Goody’s arm snapped out toward the crutches in the corner as he leaned toward Moussad, “Walking sticks, canes, shepherd’s hooks!”<br><br>“Shepherd hook,” Moussad nodded in understanding. <br><br>‘Wonderful,” the doctor said ready for the room to empty. <br><br>“Take your girl, the hooks and…” He dug in his pocket until he found the right bottle.<br><br>“These, give her these three times a day until they’re gone,” He prescribed. “Questions?’<br><br>“They not look like hooks,” Moussad replied as the pills were shoved in his hand.<br><br>“Yes, well this is England isn’t it. Always a bit different here,” Doctor Goody answered as he held out the pair of crutches to Madison.<br><br>“Always?” Moussad said helping Madison off the exam table. “Crotches?”<br><br>“Sadly no, one per customer,” the Doctor replied straight faced. <br><br>Moussad shrugged as he spoke,” Come Madforson, we go home now!”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>21-04-2011, 18:11:42</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>His laugh, his laugh was like music to her ears. She loved that he found her comment amusing, and that laugh brought a smile to her face. "Sir, I love your laugh, you should do it more often, your whole face lights up. I like that side of you." That laugh was for Lily and only Lily. It was a side no one would probably ever see except her. That was fine, it was her little secret, a part of him only for her. <br><br>She crawled up on the couch with him, and nuzzled into his side. She adored him, loved how he took care of her. Lily was blissfully happy with him. <br><br>She then watched the scene unfold with Evie and Madison, and could do nothing more than shake her head and sigh several times at the things they had pulled. It was nice to see in a way that nothing had changed with the two of them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 21:29:36</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - what an appetite</strong><br><br>Evie groaned as she was deposited on a rather uncomfortable couch, pressing a hand to her side as Vern headed towards the small but rather compact kitchenette.&nbsp; She took the few moments to get comfortable, stretching out as best she could.&nbsp; The pain killers had made her a little sleepy now, but she was glad not to be in the pain she had felt a little while ago.<br><br>Watching Vern she knew he wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the box, but there was something about him that just made her feel happy.&nbsp; And safe, and wanted.&nbsp; He didn't talk much, he was rough, and heavy handed, but he was hers.&nbsp; Or rather she was his.&nbsp; She smiled softly as she leant back, wondering what he was coming up with to eat.<br><br>When he asked if liked warm pizza she gave him a half smile, "sure, anything will do right now, I just need something to eat. Then would it be OK to have a nap Master, I'm feeling rather sleepy" she said, yawning as she felt a wave of sleepiness wash over her.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 21:40:26</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ 'If I had two crotches I'd be screwed. Wait- that already happened</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Camel udder. Her ankle resembled a camel's udder. Madison groaned as the doctor lifted her foot and moved it every which way, occassionally wincing when it moved to a tender spot. In just a few words she had been saved from dancing for a week and sentenced to crutches. This wouldn't be the first time she had used them, sprained ankles had been commonplace whenever she would run from her enraged father.&nbsp; &nbsp; With some effort Madison managed to maintain a straightface as Goody tried to give English lessons to the raghead. When her eyes met with the doctor's she gave him a look that read, 'see what I put up with?' She slid off the table with Moussad's help, balancing on one foot until the crutches were safely placed under her arms. "It's Madison! There's no for in my name," she growled before following the Arab out of the storage closet. "No stairs."
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 02:50:46</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Movie with buttered Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade stroked Lily’s hair as he watched the kitchen scene. It was amazing how really intelligent and ill-gotten the two girls suddenly became. The Chef’s unraveling was a testimony to their power and endurance. It was also a comment on the screening practices of the institution.<br><br>In all fairness who could fault the HR department for hiring a Chef with a bit more mania than was legally allowed. Who would have expected him to run into a pair of nude and collared Gourmet Terrorist. He made a mental note to add a kitchen terrorist safety plan in with the orientation briefing for cooking staff.&nbsp; <br><br>When the sprinkler system went off, he leaned over and kissed her forehead and almost missed both the explosion, and …<br><br>“Lily, would that be our very own Humphrey Throckbottle hiding both girls in the corner from the fire brigade as they passed by?”
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 02:57:30</strong>
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				<strong> Vern ~ dinner for two</strong><br><br>Vern lived life near the shallow end of the gene pool. It wasn’t that he was shallow or couldn’t swim. It was because it took so long for the outer world to send messages thru to the big body’s sensory system to the spinal cord and travel back to his extremities.<br><br>&nbsp;Half the electrons that started any nerve signal on any part of Vern never made the full round trip. Most blinked out of exhaustion. Others were pushed over the edge of his narrow nerve lanes by new signals closer to his spinal cord. <br><br>In Vern’s body, distance mattered. His stomach sat right up against Vern’s spinal cord and some people said his ass hole and dick did too. Only an autopsy could confirm the speculation and no one had successfully sent Vern to his final dirt nap. Jury was still out on his dick and asshole.<br><br>But his stomach was bitchin as he removed the two and a half slices of pizza from the box and toss them in the micro wave. He open the Parmesan and shook it over the pizza.&nbsp; One push of the timer and then back to the counter to lay out the bread for sandwiches.&nbsp; A piece of bread, a wade of wilted lettuce, a fist full of ham slices, a hunk of cheese and another piece of bread. <br><br>Vern studied the small temple of food momentarily.&nbsp; He opened the top and dropped the missing link, four slices of pickle then shot a wad of yellow mustard on top. It looked like a hideous green mountain with bright yellow snow covering the first two layers. He buried it under the stiff slice of bread as the timer on the microwave went ding.<br><br>He reached into the micro wave. The gooey pizza gnarled and hissing at Vern as he removed the platter. The hot steam rose when Vern tipped the platter vertical so the slices would slide to the plate. The slices stuck to the platter like they were nailed on it. He gave up.<br><br>Instead he grabbed the sandwich and it dropped on the plate without a fight.&nbsp; Next he slid a can of beer in his thigh pocket. Water bottle in the other and shoved the sack of chips between his teeth. The microwave platter in his other hand as he&nbsp; made the short walk to the couch.<br><br>His hands full of sustenance, he stood menacingly over Evie.<br><br>“OOVE&nbsp; OVER EVEEE!”<br><br>Dinner was about to be served.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 02:59:31</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~&nbsp; walking the wounded</strong><br><br>“I say you name. You not hear so good.” Moussad told her as he held open the storage room door. <br><br>&nbsp;“No worry I teach to you more my words. Make you think better. Keep you from beat up many menz. No more trouble making.” he informed her as they walked to the lift.<br><br>When it open he put his hand on the door to keep it from closing. <br><br>“Okay, broke leg. You go in now.” He encouraged with a smile.<br><br>He was proud of her. She had taken on several men in the dance room by herself. His woman. It meant bragging rights next time he saw his brother. For now he waited for her to enter the lift so they could get to their apartment.&nbsp; <br><br>He wanted to give her another look over to make sure the Doctor had found all her hurts and checked for that possibility.&nbsp; After all they were in England like the doctor said, she might just have two. <br><br>“Once we home. I check for you another crutch.” He announced to her cheerfully. 
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-04-2011, 05:39:38</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - What the??</strong><br><br>As she sat watching Madison and Evie wreak havoc on the place, she could do nothing more than shake her head and cover her eyes over and over. Meatballs flying, a cleaver hurled, sprinklers, these girls caused a world of trouble. Lily adored them, but had to admit, she was glad to be in the safety and comfort of her Masters arms. <br><br>Then he spoke of the nervous dance teacher, "Yes Sir that does indeed look like him. My goodness, how did you ever come upon that bundle of nerves anyway? He's worse then that groundhog that's afraid of his shadow!" Lily sighed deeply, it was going to be a long night of Tsade doling out punishments for all those involved. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 00:10:38</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ business calls</strong><br><br>Tsade was about to say something when the com buzzed. There was an eerie red blinking lit from his desk top. He sighed heavily and in the same breath made the transition. Sat straighter, his face flattened into an expressionless max and he motioned for Lily to move to the desk.<br><br>“Take your place kneeling beside my desk at ready. Hands on your thighs, Ava.” He told her letting her know it was business.
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 01:05:58</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~I only have one!</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Her pace never slowed as she moved along the hallway, the crutches clicking each time they made contact with the linoleum floor. Soon they arrived at the elevator and without missing a beat she hobbled in. The scuffle with the men in the dance studio had been nothing, most blows hitting tender, cushioned areas that probably wouldn't show damage for a day or so. Bodies had been so tangled and Moussad, Vern, and Evie were so into it Madi hardly had much to struggle against. The doors slid shut and there was an audible groan from the injured troublemaker. Apparently she would have to do an anatomy lesson and an English lesson all at once. Madison had one of each neccessary female parts with the exception of her breasts in which there were two. Hadn't he seen and explored all of her the night before?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The elevator began its ascent/descent to 'home' and Madison didn't say a word instead she was already plotting another attempt of today's fun.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-04-2011, 04:28:21</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - show's over</strong><br><br>She heard the buzzing and saw the light. That meant business, she saw how he changed moods, on and off like a light switch. <br><br>Lily scurried to the side of his desk, eyes down, hands on thighs. She took a deep breath and waited to see just who would be walking through his door. Lily would remain the ever faithful slave through all of his business dealings as they took place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 00:16:16</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - what a man!!</strong><br><br>Evie had honestly never come across anyone like Vern.&nbsp; She grinned as she watched him preparing his 'snack'.&nbsp; The smell of the pizza soon filled the room and her belly rumbled.&nbsp; It had been a while since she had eaten, and after the excitement of the day she was ready for the pizza.<br><br>Mind you she was glad she wasnt having that sandwich, she hated mustard, it was disgusting, but he seemed to enjoy it by the amount he squirted on the top.&nbsp; She screwed up her nose, "yuck" she muttered to herself.<br><br>When he was loaded with food she watched him, tkaing silent bets as to if he would make it to her without dropping something.&nbsp; She signed, moving across so he could sit.&nbsp; She took the plate from him, and the packet of crisps from his mouth, "sit beofre you drop something" she admonished him, smiling at him.&nbsp; There was something about him that just reached out to her..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 02:40:11</strong>
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				<strong>Vern- Dinner with Evie</strong><br><br>Vern grunted a response as Evie took the chip bag. He sat and the couch springs groaned in protest but held his large frame tenaciously. <br><br>He put the platter on the table and grabbed the thirst sandwich. His other hand automatically whipping out the water bottle and then the beer to place between them. He didn’t bother telling her which was who’s. His dug the remote control from under the cushion and click it on as he tore a large part out of the mega meal in his hand. <br><br>He was clicking the channel selector for the game as he ate. Yeah, he glanced over at her. Yeah he was gonna see how sore she was later. A man had needs rosy palmer and her five sisters just couldn’t take care of the way that little cunt next to him could. After the game of course, Leeds was playing.<br><br>The floor was dark. The iguana’s toys were under foot. Felix was in his cage getting a tan and didn’t bother to bring anything back inside with him.&nbsp; Vern didn’t really notice. He did but he didn’t care. It blended in with the dark carpet and was about as fuzzy as Felix’s black soft ball.&nbsp; Vern hardly noticed it moving along the carpet toward the coffee table. What the hell, it had to eat sometime.<br><br>Vern leaned forward as the forward moved close to the goal and shouted out directions like the soccer player could hear him.&nbsp; His focus on the TV, Vern’s head was bobbing up and down as he chanted “goal” around another bite in time with the crowd in the packed stadium.<br><br>That was when the black fuzzy softball like object walked up one leg of the coffee table to the top and stopped beside Vern’s platter. It’s eight legs pattered lightly as it’s eyes and mouth turned toward the TV. Then like Vern it too bobbed up and down in excitement as it watched the colorful uniforms crash and bump into each other on the screen.<br><br>The shot missed the net.<br><br>“Wat hu huck!!??!!” Vern howled in disappointment with a mouth full of sandwich.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 02:41:27</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ and two Crutch Madforson</strong><br><br>Several men including Throckbottle were waiting off to one side to enter the lift. Humphrey had his back to the door. The sound of air getting sucked in and out of a paper bag seemed to hang in the air where the men stood. But no one seemed to notice or care about the bag. They were all trying to blend into the crack in the wall at the same time when they saw Moussad.<br><br>The elevator door opened and Moussad stepped out. His hand on the door so it wouldn’t close while his sprung slave girl used the shepherd hooks to exit. <br><br>Moussad was sure that herdsmen in England were lucky. The short staffs tucked in the arm pits looked easier to use than the long hook staffed used everywhere else. It meant the terrain in England was as straight and level as a grass autobahn.&nbsp; The use of two staffs at once meant the grass was always plump and tender enough to slip on with either foot. <br><br>There were many reasons a man like Moussad who lived in England was lucky.<br><br>The fact that English women had two crotches, although he wasn’t clear on that at all, was a plus. No wonder men from the middle east immigrated here. You had a built in Harem of two when you bought one English woman as a slave. Talk about an economical ride. No more complaints about being too sore, a man would just use her other crotch on alternate nights.<br><br>There were crutches and crotches in abundance here.&nbsp; It was an amazing country this English land.<br><br>“Come! Come! We almost there, my Jahdem!” Moussad encouraged.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 06:16:12</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ the ruckus</strong><br><br>It was clear who had served in the military by the order that the five entered the office. The shift Sergeant held the door open and gave several glances toward the outer door as the other four passed thru and into the Office of Administrator. There was that awkward pause as Shift Sergeant Worthington hesitated, standing at the open door and not moving, but only momentarily.<br><br>He stepped forward and insured the door closed quietly shut before slipping in the group to make up the last rank. Two, two and the last rank, dead center nearest the door; Worthington. Career military was written all over his expressionless face as his stare bore a hole in the&nbsp; picture above the Administrator’s head.<br><br>No one looked directly at Lily kneeling beside the desk. Her breasts bare and perked. Her legs opened revealing her nude love lips and clit half hooded. Her body slightly arched in offer as her sensual fragrance painted the air each man breathed in. Then breathed in a little deeper.<br><br>Second row right a paper bag wheezed in and out like a balloon with the false hope of becoming air borne. It masked most of the features of the face. Horn rimmed glasses framed the eyes that seemed out of focus. <br><br>Tsade rested his elbows on his chair and steepled his fingers in silence.&nbsp; A silence that changed the weigh of gravity in the pool of men standing before him as if they each carried a piece of concrete the size of a corvette over their heads. Tsade’s gaze was not focused on any one particular man, just the dented, clothes torn, black eyed and bruised mob before his desk.<br><br>Several shifted their footing. Someone in the first row cleared his throat. The silence rolled over them for another few minutes in eternity.<br><br>“There’s been a terrible misunderstanding, Grand Master,” Shift Leader Penney blurted out.<br><br>The silence had created a vacuum. The four around Shift Leader Penney exchanged looks.<br><br>“And…” Tsade remarked quietly.<br><br>They spoke at once to fill up the void as quickly as possible. It was four different tunes and a bag percussion section all at once for several minutes. The performance was complete with hand gestures and facial expression. A troop of chimps showed much the same excitement when it was feeding time, Tsade thought.<br><br>He looked on without comment allowing them all to wind down to a grinding halt. They peeled off one at a time until the wheezing of bagged air was the only sound in the room once again.<br><br>Tsade sat forward. His hands came to rest on either side of a computer tablet. His voice was level. His gaze piercing so hotly that those in contact quickly found some other place to look. <br><br>“This organization runs on order. Those who are unable to become organized will be given work elsewhere.”<br><br>His finger went to the tablet. He pressed enter then turned the screen for the five. It was a map of Africa. There was a red X in a dark spot that was labeled ‘The Congo‘. <br><br>“Fourteen slaves are missing, I suggest you check the parking garage,” Tsade said in a tone of dismissal.<br><br>The door was swinging back&nbsp; when the other four turned to race out. Worthington had been a career Sergeant after all. <br><br>The last one to figure things out was…<br><br>“Mr. Throckbottle,” Tsade said in a voice that was the nearest to the tone of doom as those sounds could be this side of death.<br><br>The man turned. It was a mistake. He didn’t know it at the time.<br><br>Tsade reached out and brushed his fingers along Lily’s right side painting his touch up and down her ribs. Letting Throckbottle watch him stroke over one breast and roll her nipple in his fingers.<br><br>“I expect her to respond to my touch without sensor. She is a slave. She knows she is to respond to my direction to the best of her ability. If not, she will do so the next time with more eagerness.”<br><br>The paper bag slowly moved from his face. His arm fell to his side as he watched. His lips opened slightly. If his mouth hadn’t been so dry he might have had a little drool leaking down the corner.<br><br>“She will be eager for you tomorrow,” Tsade commented as his fingers traveled down her body and sank into her sex. <br><br>Throckbottle shut his mouth and swallowed hard. His breaths seemed deeper, the paper bag crinkled in his hand.<br><br>“You can have many things, Throckbottle.” Tsade said as he teased the heat in Lily’s body to life.<br><br>“It all depends on how well you have her perform tomorrow. How well you have them all perform tomorrow.” <br><br>“Think about it as you leave the office,” Tsade said in dismissal as he teased Lily to the edge.<br><br>Tsade allowed Humphrey to reach the office door and open it before calling him.<br><br>“Throckbottle?” <br><br>Humphrey froze, the paper bag crinkled. He turned around slowly.<br><br>“Yes Grand Master?”<br><br>“Are your shots up to date?” Tsade said without the hint of a threat.<br><br>The words ’The Congo’ flashed like a beacon in Humphrey’s foremost thoughts.<br><br>The color washed from the man’s face, “Uhh ..yes, Grand Master.”<br><br>“Yes, I thought so. Have a good night Throckbottle,” Tsade ended the conversation.<br><br>The dance instructor pulled open the door and all but ran out of the office. The door slammed behind him as Tsade combed his fingers thru Lily’s hair.<br><br>“You’re my slut,” Tsade whispered against her neck.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 20:49:44</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - someone is in some hot water! </strong><br><br>She kept her eyes down and heard the shuffle of feet enter the room. From her vantage point all she could see were military boots and of course jazz shoes. Lily knew exactly who was in the room without ever looking up.<br><br>She listened to the first man speak, his tome made Lily know that&nbsp; he was in some serious trouble. She could almost hear the sweat dripping from their brows. <br><br>When they all started yammering on, Lily almost wanted to block her ears, but she knew not to move. They sounded like the coffee clatch down at the corner cafe as they all spoke over each other. What came next, Lily could not see with her eyes down. He spoke of assigning them elsewhere, but she had no idea where he showed them, only the shuffling of the laptop being turned around on his desk.&nbsp; Lily wished she could have seen where he showed them, she was sure it was somewhere south of hell. <br><br>As the military shuffled out determined to find the missing slaved, Lily heard a familiar name muttered, the scared as a mouse dance teacher. Lily wanted to giggle, then she felt a hand on her and she sighed. His touch brought her body to life as his fingers touched her nipple. She wanted more, she needed more, just like he had explained to Trocket Pocket. <br><br>As Tsade's finger slipped into her sex, Lily moaned, he knew how to make her feel so good. She didn't even care that Nervous Nelly was watching as she was brought to the brink by her master. She didn't care that Tsade was offering her up to the teacher, because deep down, she knew Mister Fancy Toes batted for the other team anyway. <br><br>As Lily and Tsade were finally left alone, she responded to his whisper, "Yes I am, mind body and soul," panting out through her want. "Sir please, will you let me cum, i am so close, please sir?" Her voice was soft and gentle, but Lily had been pushed to the edge by him and needed that release she was so desperate for.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 23:23:01</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~Leaving the Lift</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The trip on the lift was uneventful yet Madison could tell that Moussad was very serious about checking her over. The doors opened and it took a few moments before she noticed Throckbottle. Clacking past him she paused and looked pack, winking before blowing the fruit cup a kiss. "Looks like I won't be dancing after all." The look she received made her giggle before hobbling along behind Moussad. "I'm right behind you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 20:59:52</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - little Miss Muffit....has a fit</strong><br><br>Evie was trying to peel the pizza from the plate as she watched Vern find the soccer on the TV.&nbsp; She had never been a great fan, footy had alwyas been a Saturday thing at home whilst she was growing up.&nbsp; No one ever dared talk over the footy.&nbsp; Now she loathed it, wishing Vern wasnt as into it as he seemed to be.<br><br>She nibbled on the end of the pizza, if that was what it really was.&nbsp; She wasnt all that sure really, but it didnt seem to smell to bad.&nbsp; She wasnt all that hungry now though, Vern's idea of cooking wasnt quite hers.<br><br>As she make tiny attempts at the pizza she watched him, glancing at the two drinks on the table, she would have liked the beer, but she had a feeling that wasnt hers, in fact she knew it wasnt.&nbsp; As she reached for the water she saw it.&nbsp; And froze...<br><br>It was huge, and hairy and seemed to have 24 legs and millions of eyes. Evie's mouth went dry and she felt her stomach clench.<br><br>"Sp....sp...sp....table...on table" she muttered, her eyes wide and her face pale as the blood drained from it, "spider on table" she whispered, her voice quivering...<br><br>"FUCKING SPIDER ON TABLE" She bellowed, her voice full of horror.&nbsp; She absolutely hated spiders....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 00:41:58</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ administering pleasure</strong><br><br>He unbutton his trousers and his thick long cock sprang to life. His mouth on her neck. <br><br>“Not yet,“ He whispered as he knelt behind her.<br><br>The angry slick head of his throbbing cock brushed along the crack of her cheeks. He rocked against her and let her feel his eager weapon poke and pushed down into her valley without penetrating.<br><br>“Forehead to the carpet and splay open,” He directed and slipped a clamp on her coned tit.<br><br>He stroked across to her other ripe melon. A moment later the other clamp pinched and bit her tight flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>His fingers stroking and twisting inside her still but he slowed a little to give her a chance to hold back. He wanted her to orgasm as he pounded into her and not a second sooner. He poked his large blunt cockhead against her soft slit to encourage her to move into position.<br><br>&nbsp;He was hungry not patient. He wanted her now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 00:42:56</strong>
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				<strong> Moussad ~ Home sweet Home</strong><br><br>Moussad pushed opened the door for Madison. The fragrance of blue lotus and water hyacinth filled the air. Clean and refreshing. It reminded Moussad of home. <br><br>“Bedroom Jahdem,” He told her.<br><br>There was something about this one that he found in no other. Where he bored easily with others she was exciting. Where others shied away from a good fight she took her beating with honor. Where others were too afraid to try escaping she was bold and fearless. <br><br>He answered the cell that was vibrating in his hand as he stood like a door stop to allow Madison to enter. <br><br>“Allo? Prahnijah my good friend. How is you family? Oh! You want replacing you second wife now. Sure I help.”<br><br>“Yes there are many ones. All very nice…. What?&nbsp; That one I have?&nbsp; You want?”<br><br>“No. She is not I sell to you!&nbsp; I keep that one. Okay. Kill me later. Yes, yes. Send your assassins. I know. Okay. I gotta go fuck her. Bye now.”<br><br>The cell disappeared into his trouser pocket as he looked at his slave girl and grinned. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 00:43:39</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ to the rescue… uh huh</strong><br><br>Vern swallowed and washed down the bite in his mouth with a taste of stout. His eyes were locked on the TV as Evie sputtered and gasped.<br><br>“Iz ah fuckin tarantula, Evie.” Vern explained as he watched the tube.<br><br>Leeds was attempting another push to the goal.&nbsp; <br><br>“Watch your right!!&nbsp; Shoot!! Take the shot …. Oh for the…a foul??? …Damnit!!”<br><br>“Did you see that?” Vern said and finally turned to Evie for support in the dispute over the foul. <br><br>But she seemed disturbed about the tarantula for some reason. Then it dawned on Vern and he turned back to the table.&nbsp; The furry spider like tarantula was bobbing and weaving with the pace of the game. It was between Evie and the tube and blocking her view.<br><br>“Mark Anthony!!&nbsp; You’re in Evie’s way!!” Vern admonished .<br><br>His big hand swept the tarantula over to Vern’s side of the coffee table.<br><br>“Better now? ” Vern asked Evie but his eyes were on the game.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 00:51:39</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - Kill it....NOW</strong><br><br>"Kill it" she began in a low voice.&nbsp; "Kill it, kill it, kill it." She continued, her voice climbing up the scale.&nbsp; "KILL IT" another octave higher.&nbsp; She pulled her legs up and reached for a discarded boot of Vern's that was laying against the sofa.<br><br>"I'm going to squash it" she threatened, hardly able to hold the boot, but she had such a fear of it, but she wouldn't let it beat her.&nbsp; He would have squished Mark Anthony at this rate.<br><br>"I cant stand football and I hate spiders, so I would do something if I was you" she told him, trying not to shake too much as the huge hairy brute seemed to dance some weird death ritual in front of her.<br><br>"KILL THE FUCKING THING" she screamed, throwing the boot at the spider.&nbsp; Sadly it missed the spider but hit the TV.&nbsp; Evie knew it wasn't good when the TV exploded and filled the room with a waft of smoke.<br><br>"Oops" she said meekly, "that was meant for that creepy thing." She said pointing at the table to find it suddenly spiderless..."wheres the bastard gone? WHERE HAS THAT 8 LEGGED FREAK GONE TOO!" she screamed, getting more and more hysterical...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 01:15:31</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Home?</strong><br><br>The lotus and hyacinth smelled beautiful, filling her senses and bringing a smile to Madison's face.<br><br>She glanced at Moussad and clicked her way past, sorely tempted to slam his foot with one of her "hooks". It was the least he deserved after all his nonsense and misundertanding.<br><br>Mega annoying.<br><br>Thinking better of it Jahdem slipped past and paused halfway to the bedroom. She would avoid a fucking if possible. After the brutal taking of her cherries it was the last thing on her mind.<br><br>There was a buzzing and the unofficial slave pretended not to listen but the words rang loud and clear, her knuckles turning even whiter as she gripped the middle bars. Jah- no- Madison was no piece of property and the mere thought of others referring to her as such set the English girl aflame with anger.<br><br>Moussad's grin was met by a scowl. "I need my medicine," she stated matter-of-factly, shifting her weight from one crutch to the next.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 16:36:57</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ NOOOOO!</strong><br><br>Not many things bothered Vern. He had a short list of mortal sins because Vern took his leisure time seriously. Watching a good fight whether participating in it or on the tube was his escape. It kept him from death row.<br><br>Most People in Vern’s opinion people were annoying.&nbsp; His leisure time allowed him to take out that pent up frustration he would other wise use on the unlucky sot that happened to cross his path when he was on his last nerve. <br><br>Vern heard Evie screaming as the boot was sailing past his shoulder heading straight for the tube. Everything went into slow motion. His arm thrust out. His hand opened. The bottle dropped to the coffee table and beer cascaded to the floor as his finger tips brushed the leather of the boot without making full contact.<br><br>“FUUUUUCCCKKKKIN AHHHHH!!”<br><br>He watched in open mouth horror as the size 13 crashed into the glass and the monitor shatter. The monitor was still hissing and sparking when he reached out and snagged her.<br><br>“IF I miss this game, YOU are SOOO DEAD!!”<br><br>He tossed the pizza into the chip bag then the other sandwich. The beer was a goner but he knew where he could get more in a hurry.<br><br>He didn’t say anything else. He just grabbed the bag and held onto Evie’s hair half walking half dragging her as he raced out the apartment. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 16:37:25</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ Exploring&nbsp; Madison</strong><br><br>His Jadhem had stopped before entering the bed room.&nbsp; She was requesting a pill. Moussad was determined to give her more. <br><br>He stepped to her quickly. His arms around her and the hooks. He nipped her neck and pressed against her back. A moment of intimacy while still clothed as he rocked into her tight ass cheeks.<br><br>“You feel better soon,” Moussad promised as he gently groped her body. <br><br>His breathing heavier as he began to rock against her. One hand holding her against him, the other slipping over her breast. 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 21:15:23</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - in the shit again</strong><br><br>She knew as soon as the TV exploded...no, it was before that that she realsied she was about to be in trouble.&nbsp; She groaned "oh fuck" she muttered, knowing she was in the shit once again.<br><br>His huge paw grabbed a fistful of hair, she yelped, being wrenched to her feet, wincing in pain as he marched out, dragging her behind him.&nbsp; She was a little dizzy, she hadnt actually meant for the boot to hit the TV.&nbsp; She was aiming for that damn freak.&nbsp; <br><br>She just hoped he wasnt a guard spider.&nbsp; A snake was bad enough, but there was no way Evie was going to share her bed with a damn spider.<br><br>NO FUCKING WAY JOSE....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 19:44:41</strong>
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				Madison~ Fighting the inevitable, if only for the moment&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He moved swiftly and efficiently before coming behind her. Madison swayed and loosened her grips on the crutches. The power Moussad exuded as her gently caressed her body and rocked against her melted her defenses. When he lips found her neck and his hand her breast, she twisted in an attempt to free herself before giving in. Images of the shower, the way he looked at her when she sang, the concern for her injuries all flashed through her mind and Madi gasped. If she had been caught by Moussad trying to escape the outcome would be much different. Did he even know?
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 05:11:23</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ his woman</strong><br><br>It was the way she tried to wiggle that had his breathing churning. Her body heated his and he brushed her top down from her shoulders to kiss her neck. He slipped his hand down her waist to her slit. His fingers slipping inside to tease her. Her gasp exciting him. His blood pumping in his ears. <br><br>Moussad had lost track of the hooks but not Madison. His lips followed her body as she twisted. His hand pulled her top and he suckled her nipple as she faced him. His other at her back supporting her as he leaned her backwards. He groaned in response to the heat of her body on the tip of his fingers.<br><br>“Tonight, the silks for you Jahdem,” He murmured.<br><br>Then froze suddenly and pulled Madison tight against him.<br><br>“You hearing that Madforson?” He asked his hand on the hilt of his weapon.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 05:14:54</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ rushing to emergency services</strong><br><br>Vern turned the corner with Evie in tow.&nbsp; She was fine. He had her hair and she was coming along without a glitch. Sure she was complaining but that was Evie. Flip her over and fuck her quick if she stopped complaining cause she’d be dead, that was Vern’s philosophy. <br><br>Right now he had one thing on his mind. He needed help quick and there was only one place to turn to get it. He shoved the bag of chips in his mouth and reached for the door to the apartment. He jerked the handle but it was lock.<br><br>Still clamping the chip bag between clinched teeth Vern bellowed, “HUCKIN HHIT!!” <br><br>He took a half a stepped back and brought his foot up. His leg was sprung back in a coil of power that had all his weigh and energy behind it. Suddenly he launched it like a catapult. The heel of that foot connecting on the weakest part of the door. It was like the crash of a train.<br><br>The door broke open sending splinters into the room. Vern waved at Moussad who had pulled Madison down behind him and was brandishing a nasty looking curved sword.<br><br>“nock nock haghead!” Vern called cheerfully as he brought Evie thru the threshold of Moussad’s apartment.<br><br>“FUCK you Mother!! My door!!” Moussad howled in rage.<br><br>“hit huz hfucked hup han hi hfixed hit. Hopens hfine how,” Vern said as he strode thru the arch way to the living room.<br><br>“What is it you do CRAZY Fuck dah Sheep???” Moussad growled as he set Madison up right and handed her the hooks.<br><br>Vern’s voice echoed from the living room as Vern’s arm and Evie’s body&nbsp; disappeared into the room. “Leeds is playing!”<br><br>“OH?” Moussad said and put the weapon away. “Why you not say like that?”<br><br>Moussad turned to Madison, “Come Jahdem, we watch fooz ball now. If fucking you later, promise.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 16:10:45</strong>
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				<strong>Lily serving her Master</strong><br><br>She heard the command, his voice urgent for her. She felt the clip on the first breast and she inhaled deeply, she still wasn't used to those things. When the second one was placed on her, she held her breath, and tried to think of other things. <br><br>She felt his cock against her and she knew, he was in urgent need of her body. Her head went to the carpet, her palms flat on the floor. She then spread her thighs for him, ready to feel her master to take her once more, right there in his office. Lily loved him and could not wait to fell him deep inside her walls, making her feel so good.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 21:49:50</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~Tango Interrupted</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a dance of lovers and seduction the moment he slid behind her. A dominating grip pulling her body to his as her set her skin aflame with each touch and kiss. The sway of Madison's body was the rhythm of the music. Pleasure filled gasps and mews filled the air while Moussad's fingers played. The sudden twist and dip to show who was in control followed by the melting caress of lips on bare flesh. There was no coming up from air and Madison's mind was in a fog when he mentioned silks. She looked at him befuddled, chest heaving and nips standing poking out begging for more attention. There was a distant sound, but enough of one to startle Moussad. Unexplicably she ended up behind him shrieking as splinters flew at them. Her arms flew to cover her chest with the top once more. "Ape shit! The door was locked for a reason," she growled, straightening up and balancing her weight on a foot. Sports were never her favorite and with any luck she'd be asleep or dead from boredom.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 01:13:09</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ unbridled lust</strong><br><br>His grip on her hip fierce as Tsade guided his throbbing head knocking at her entrance. She spread her legs as his fingers tugged on the chain between her snared breasts. <br><br>“Take it,” He growled.<br><br>Thrusting into her as he pulled her back to take more of him. She peeled his foreskin in her tight channel. Her velvet lined muscles cramped and he groaned as he pulled almost out. He tugged again. This time he did not stop. He hammered that stiff hard cock in and out of her. Bouncing her lightly against flesh that slapped against flesh in a pace that was picking up quickly.<br><br>“Yess… Yess,” He hissed and slapped her ass cheek with every other thrust. <br><br>It was fury driving that craving. Fury that she had created. She would extinguish his wild fire with her body or the madness might have him beating her. He was power and control brought on by her submission.&nbsp; He meant to take her hard and fast or this lust would consume them both. 
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 04:23:21</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- her Masters slut</strong><br><br>She whimpered as he tugged on the chain, the pain seared in her breasts as his cock entered her nubile body. "Yes Sir," she whispered as he commanded she take his cock. <br><br>Her body rocked back as her velvet walls enveloped him as he slid into her. She could feel her body stretch to accommodate him. She knew his need was urgent and she was there to take what he gave her. After the second thrust, Lily knew how much he truly wanted her. <br><br>He was quick like an animal, Lily moaning softly between thrusts and strikes to her ass. He felt so good inside of her, like she was made for his pleasure. This was all about him, and Lily knew that. She would let him ride his wave of lust out, let him explode inside of her without taking any for herself. Selfless for her master. His pleasure was most important now, she was his stress relief. <br><br>Whatever he wanted, she would give it to him without question or pause. 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 21:53:53</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - knock knock!! Whose there?</strong><br><br>WEll Vern was just so full of good manners.&nbsp; He knocked politely...NOT.&nbsp; Evie just watched, fascinated by the man's sheer audascity.&nbsp; She wasnt surprised to see the Arab looking so pissed off and ready to take action.&nbsp; She saw Madison and grinned, waving.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey sister, looks like its a boys soccer night." She said, "got any wine?&nbsp; Maybe we should have a girl time.&nbsp; I could kill a soak in a tub" she said to Madison as Vern settled down to watch Leeds.<br><br>"Damn I always hated soccer" Evie said lously, looking at Vern and the Arab, then back to Madi.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 00:15:37</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Controlled explosions</strong><br><br>Tsade could wait no longer. He jerked her by the hair so that she arch against him.&nbsp; Drilling into her with his pulsing weapon, knowing a few more strokes and he would be useless for anything but her body.<br><br>“You … Now!!”<br><br>It wasn’t a request. He pinched her clit with his fingers to detonate her spiraling orgasms that clamped around his ready barrel.&nbsp; Hard and fast. He was unstoppable. He breeched deep inside her and scraped her in and all the way to his frothing head. <br><br>Now. Meant now.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 00:16:04</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ there are tubes and tubes</strong><br><br>Vern dumped the chip back upside down on the table. He dug around the pile to retrieve a piece of pizza for Evie andn gave it to her.<br><br>“There yah go,” He said putting it in her hand as the game came on.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 00:17:00</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ there are tubes and boobs</strong><br><br>Moussad entered and sat in a over stuffed chair. He patted his chest for Madison.<br><br>“Come here.”<br><br>Vern dug around in the chip pile for his sandwich. A moment later it was in his hand as he watched the game on the edge of the seat. <br><br>“No score yet… good.”<br><br>“How is it you here?” Moussad asked.<br><br>Vern shot a thumb in Evie’s direction, “Lousy aim.”<br><br>“Oh,” Moussad remarked not sure if he wanted to know any more. <br><br>In fact Moussad wanted to get his hands all over Madison and pick up where they left off. He was just waiting for her to get in his lap. It was her ankle that was sprung not her pussy.
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 01:23:01</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Watch the tube and ignore the boobs, you boob!</strong><br><br>It was nice to see Evie again, she hadn't noticed her at first with all the commotion. Abandoning the crutches, mainly because she didn't feel like collecting them, Madison limped into the living room. At Moussad's gesture she fought a sigh.<br><br>"Looks like girl time has to wait but a bath would be something to kill for. Or food since we threw most of it. Raggie won't even give me pills." Madi's voice had a hint of a whine, not because she was complaining but because she hoped it would give Moussad the hint that she wasn't happy and needed to be taken care of.<br><br>Climbing into his lap she pulled her knees up and curled them over the side of the man's leg, "Couldn't you call for food?"
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 18:38:07</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - commanded</strong><br><br>She gasped as he pulled her up, body to body. He had bee drilling into like a wild animal, and made her own climax grow and near. She could feel the pressure mount in her body, and when he commanded her to cum, Lily didn't think twice.<br><br>She screamed as he pinched her clit, sending her over the edge without mercy. Lily's whole body tensed against his and she closed her eyes as her orgasm washed over her with intense force. Lily panted and moaned as she tried to hold steady against while she flooded his cock. He was still deep inside her, but in that short amount of time, he had spent all her energies and she could feel just how weak her body was. Still she held tight against him, waiting for him to finish off himself. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 23:17:04</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Detonated</strong><br><br>Tsade gripped Lily tight and roared into her. His cock clamped with decadent pressure. He could hold back no longer. She had found his trigger. The molten juice shot into her. Coating her core as he stroked without lessening. He ground and drove as he held her in place. Taking her very throat in his hand as he growled and barked with each return fire.<br><br>His body heaved with the effort of his lust. Her body trembled at he held her. He kissed her up her neck to nip her ear.<br><br>“Yess… very good my little slut,”his voice short and brassy.<br><br>He shoved his cock deep inside her as he softened. His cock root plugging her complete and he could still feel the jez wet against his thigh.<br><br>“You’ve earned a bath and bed tonight,” He remarked his hand gripping her hair to keep her in place. <br><br>He wasn’t ready to move yet. She was still randomly twitching and he wanted to cool down with her. He almost hated the effect she had on him. Almost addicting.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 00:27:54</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - BORING|</strong><br><br>Evie took the piece of pizza he gave her and looked at it with disgust.&nbsp; She wasnt going to eat it.&nbsp; She was tired, felt a little dizzy and wanted a bath.&nbsp; She pouted when her trouble making twin sat on raggies lap, she wanted to have some girl time.&nbsp; <br><br>There must be a bathroom around somewhere? She mused, dropping the pizza in the trash as she passed, hunting for a bathroom.&nbsp; Vern was engrossed in the footy, Madi was with oh turbot head.&nbsp; So that left her.<br><br>The bathroom was huge and she grinned, there was a good 40 minutes left of the game.<br><br>A few minutes later she stepped into a deep, hot, bubble laden tub.&nbsp; She sunk under the water with a sigh.&nbsp; Laying back she closed her eyes and just let the water sooth her aching body.&nbsp; It was long before she was gently dozing, the water was just what she needed.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 15:15:27</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - Happy with her master</strong><br><br>She got a thrill out of him growling and handling her roughly. As he came inside of her, she felt his warmth coat her silken walls, she didn't even mind when his hand went around her throat, she found it quite thrilling to be handled that way. He was do forceful, dominating, and Lily liked that part of him. <br><br>She sighed as he pressed deeper into her, and even as he softened, she gripped him once more for good measure. She wanted him to know she was all his, and would do anything to please him. <br><br>"Oh thank you Sir," She whispered as he told her she had earned a bath and a bed for the night. She smiled wide, goosebumps on her arms from him kissing up her neck, that always gave her shivers. <br><br>Her body stayed pressed to his as he held her hair, her hands reaching back to run down his sides. She had to touch him, needed to touch him as they remain there. She began to calm, but remained pressed against him, ready for his next command. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 01:00:27</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ attentive and caring as usual</strong><br><br>Vern’s attention was focused. Evie cared for, his own sandwich in hand, it was time to focus on the game.&nbsp; Vern was on the edge of the cushion. The couch springs were wheezing. It had been a busy day and he was looking forward to calling the plays from the living room.<br><br>Vern was absolutely not worried about Evie. She wasn’t going very far and when he found her again he’d take her home and fuck her&nbsp; later. <br><br>The game on the other hand was up in the air. <br><br>“What the hell are you doing??&nbsp; Stupid!! You kicked the shot away!!” It unlike Evie required his full undivided attention with periodic breaks for refreshments.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 01:02:21</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~&nbsp; settling in</strong> <br><br>His Jahdem nestled in his lap as he tried to watch the game without moving his head. It was impossible. His other plans were just postponed. There was the matter of the pills in any case.<br><br>“Okay, Okay,” Moussad replied and dropped a pill in the palm of her hand.<br><br>“Water you self in dah cooking room. Dhere is big box of cooking for dah kabobs on table,” Moussad said as he looked around her at the shot Vern was complaining about.<br><br>“Go Go!&nbsp; Womanz in dah cooking room. Bring it back also for me hot tea,”&nbsp; He directed before kissing her hotly and placing her on the floor again.<br><br>“Hurry!” he told her settling to watch the game. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 01:03:05</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ cooling down</strong><br><br>“Ahhhh…” Tsade groaned as she clamped.<br><br>She had milked the last of his liquid from his semi erect length as he gripped her tight. He claimed her body with his touch as she melted into him.&nbsp; She was all his, no indecision, she had given herself to his use.<br><br>There was more to her than he had even hoped. His fingers pinched her tits. <br><br>“Do you like that?” He whispered as he brushed along her neck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 03:42:26</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ he didn't just say what I think he did. Did he?</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Leave it to the bloody raghead to make the chauvanistic comment about women in the kitchen. He may have thought he was going to have an obedient little Madi run into the kitchen and make his tea and kabobs, but Moussad had another thing coming. First things first, a bath and some girl time. Putting the pill to her mouth Madison quickly swallowed it without the aid of a drink. The men were so engrossed in the fucking television it was easy to fake to the kitchen and slip into the bathroom. There was still a bundle of money and gems tied within her skirt and without any second thought Madi untied the knot then proceeded to plop and plunk each individual item into the toilet, flushing occassionally to avoid clogs. Empty handed she then proceeded to strip, including the wrap on her ankle, and slide into the large bathtub, careful not to disturb Evie and after sliding until the water just barely touched her eyes, closed her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 19:27:20</strong>
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				<strong>Lily with Tsade</strong><br><br>She was all his, and that made her happy. She would never want for anything ever again. She wanted nothing more than to serve him, be his slave, he had opened up an entire new world to her. <br><br>Lily's heart beat in time with his, she could feel it. She hummed to herself as he pinched her clamped breasts. <br><br>"Yes Sir, I like it when you do that. I like it when you do anything to me, you are simply amazing. I am very lucky that you chose me to serve you." her words were true, and she would stay with him as long as he wanted her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 03:39:38</strong>
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				<strong>TSADE - Training Lily</strong><br><br>Tsade kissed her ear. Her luck was his good fortune. There had been a long line of women over the years but only one Lily. A rare gem he would never give away. She set his soul on fire. <br><br>He brought her backward over his left knee. Arching her. He could not help grinning. Something he shared without her alone. His emotions were hers when they were alone. Now she lay bowed. Her breasts clamped. Her tits perked.<br><br>&nbsp;He licked the tip of his finger slowly ensuring she was watching. The wet tip pointed and hovering over one clamped tit. Descended. He took his time painting her tortured flesh at the edges of the teeth. Always watching her and her sensitive flesh. <br><br>He wet that finger tip again. Moving over her other one. Fiendishly sending sensation around that area. His cock brushing against the middle of her back as he worked. Slicking her. Gewing her with their sex. Marking her with his cum.<br><br>His finger picked at the clamp. Strumming it as he watched her tit bob. Listening for the sound she made in that painful harmony. Two fingers at the clamp. He let her see what he intended. A release of nerve endings and flesh choked and starved of blood. It would be a Tsunami of colliding jolts of crashing sensations. He waited for her reaction as she realized what he planned. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 16:22:01</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, submitting willfully</strong><br><br>When he took her over his knee, she sighed, he wasn't quite done with her yet. She watched him lick his fingers and she smiled weakly. She knew he was going to make her sweat it out just a little longer. When his finger descended, Lily inhaled and her body bent backwards just a little more. It was torture, but it was what he wanted from her.&nbsp; She knew that, he as training her to take the pain with the pleasure, and she would be the obedient slave. She loved him and would do anything for him, if that meant enduring unbearable pain, she would do that for him.<br><br>The second touch was no better, her body trembled now, but she remained quiet, her breathing ragged and the only sound in the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wanted to show him she was strong enough to take anything he would dole out to her. <br><br>When she saw him go to the clamp, she closed her eyes and nodded, bracing herself for the sensations that would flood her body when she finally released the clamp from her sensitive nipple. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 22:57:10</strong>
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				"I wondered when you would come in" she said softly, "they still lost in their damn stupid game?" she asked Madi, opening her eyes and smiling at the other woman.<br><br>"I hate it you know, so damn boring.&nbsp; They wont think about us until its over so we may as well just relax." She sighed, "hows the ankle feeling?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 03:26:12</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; "I had to make sure he wouldn't miss me," Madison explained, lifting her head to hear better. "It would be hard not to if he had decided to maul me and I wasn't there in his lap.&nbsp; &nbsp; The water was doing wonders on her sore body to the point she wished that she had a morning soak instead of the shower she had had. "Sports put me to sleep. It's just a ball getting kicked back and forth. What's the point in it?" Madison definitely agreed with her best friend and had no intentions of leaving the tub, there was plenty of time. "If there is even a single break in that game I may be in for it. He may go looking for his tea and kabobs," she couldn't help but laugh and splash some water Evie's way. "My ankle's fine, thanks. Your ribs feeling any better?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 17:05:31</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ the icing of her submission</strong><br><br>She was bent backwards over his knee. The heat of his finger tips on the clamp. He wiggled it back and forth like a child playing with a light switch. Preparing her for this exquisite pleasure she was about to give him. His eyes never leaving hers as his fingers pinched the clamp and the jaws pulled back from her perked cone. <br><br>It was then he struck. Right at the time when the blood broke thru and rushed into her innocent need. He pinned her so she could not move, and covered as much of her breast as he could swallow then suckled her tit into the vacuum&nbsp; of his mouth.<br><br>Three fingers shoved rapid fire into her wet sex. Twisting and swirling in and out of her relentlessly. He wanted her on the edge when he removed the second clamp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 17:06:20</strong>
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				<strong>The Living Room</strong><br><br>Muted cheers filled the apartment. The cries of rage were louder but less frequent. From time to time thumping sounds echoed as if something heavy like a large building collapsed in the living room. <br><br>Passion juice was ramping up in the living room.&nbsp; Testosterone was so thick the occasional fly was doing AB crunches on the lamp shade.&nbsp; <br><br>Women did not seem to understand games in general and this game in particular, because it lacked two key ingredients that all women seemed to migrate and build a nest in, flowers and kleenex.<br><br>There was no romance crap. No soppy good byes. It was straight up physical contact and brute force to push a black and white round object up and down a short cut field as many times as possible in order to hit a white net guarded by the only guy who could use his hands. <br><br>There was even blood and the occasional collision.&nbsp; It was primal. Vulgar. Run it down. Kill it. Drag it home. It was Man Entertainment. <br><br>If a woman wanted a passionate night she need only select the right channel, cooler of beer beside the couch, cook a steak, and wait for the credits before stripping in front (here’s the key) FRONT of the TV AFTER the game. Emphasis on AFTER.<br><br>Or just wait for Moussad to get thirsty or Vern to notice that Evie was no longer on the couch. Probably AFTER the game.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 18:17:15</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - the unexpected twist</strong><br><br>He was teasing her, taunting her, as he wiggled the clamp, her eyes flew open and darted to him. She swallowed hard, waiting for that pain to sear through her. <br><br>Then he did the unexpected, the blood flowed and she felt his mouth clamp down on her breast. Lily let out a scream, pain mixed with the sensation of pleasure, then fingers crushed into her. Lily's body jerked, pinned by him, her screams turning to moans as he worked her over once more. Lily wanted to buck against his fingers, to have him go deeper, but what he was doing was just enough to bring poor Lily dangerously close to another climax. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 23:08:05</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ al la Lily</strong><br><br>His expert hands took her body into overload. He tugged her tit and pulled his head back until she popped from his mouth. His fingers shorting her fuse as he removes the other clamp.<br><br>“Fuck it… take those fingers… “ He growls before chewing on her newly released nipple. <br><br>He shoves his fingers to the first knuckle deep inside her as he works that pain into her memory. Her body in his control, he holds her long enough for her to know it is by his will. A few more deep hard thrusts as he suckles and crushes her breast. Sending hell in an explosion meant to push her over the top. <br><br>“Cum!! “
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 00:47:35</strong>
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				<strong>Evie enjoying some girl time</strong><br><br>"I hate football, men playing with balls.&nbsp; They never seem to grow out of it." She said to her friend, "you know, I give up with trying to know what they want.&nbsp; I just do what I'm told and hope it's right.&nbsp; He isnt exactly Einstein" she said with a grin, "more like Gollum" she chuckled, making the comparison.&nbsp; "But he is decent, and does seem to care.&nbsp; But he isnt exactly conversational." <br><br>She gasped when Madi splashed her, "i'm fine, nothing a few days rest wont heal, as if we will get that" she mused, rolling her eyes.&nbsp; She looked at Madi, tilting her head.&nbsp; "You ever done anything with another girl?" she asked her, suddenly curious about the young woman before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 01:03:37</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ A New Meaning to Girl Time</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;"You're man may be a caveman but at least he speaks English. When the doc said I needed the crutches Raghead thought he meant that I have two crotches. To him 'Madforson' is Madison. It makes no freaking sense!" Madison blushed a bit at Evie's question and tried to avoid it for at least a moment. "He speaks and I just shrug. Expects me to learn his language but won't try to learn ours. Sliding closer to her friend she bit the inside of her lip, "Aside from a couple drunken kisses I haven't tried anything with a girl. Sure as hell wouldn't mind though if you wanted to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 03:27:27</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - crashing</strong><br><br>Her nubile body was his to control and she knew it. His mouth sent every sweet sensation through her even as the pain in the first breast started to subside. <br><br>Once the second clamp was off and he repeated his actions, Lily knew she would always want those clamps and the sweet pleasure he would give her after he released them. <br><br>Her body drew his fingers in as she moaned like the slut she was. He barked the command to cum, and it was almost as if he just flicked a switch in her. She came long and hard moaning and whimpering as the waves of her climax crashed down. He had trained her perfectly, his voice commanded, she instantly obeyed. <br><br>Lily lay there bent over his knee as she tried to calm herself. She reached up with one hand and stroked his hair. "Thank you Sir, you have made me fee so good, I am forever in debt to you." Lily was so genuine in her words. His world was now hers and she would be everything he wanted no matter what be asked of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 19:11:53</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ his Blossoming Flower</strong><br><br>Tsade held her to him. His fingers resting inside her as her passion sizzled as the last sparks abated.&nbsp; The salty sweet taste of her flesh on his lips as he followed her rocky breath to her lips.&nbsp; His eyes cooling from lust into a softer private shelter where in the after math of damnation she could be assured of benevolent rest.&nbsp; The kisses to her lips no longer urgent, now conveyed a deeper awareness of her place in his life.<br><br>A solid support for her in his arms, as he covered her mouth with his. Opening her to his tongue’s purpose in the way he had opened her for his use. There was no disguise in the manner of his tenderness. There was no promises other than the reality of their relationship. <br><br>His tenderness. His caring touch.&nbsp; That which he could give of love he gave to her, as if she were a rose in the spring of the year. Her power to soften him, her power to arouse and focus him in such a different way had him reeling inside. She was opening stone by her submission that other could not penetrate by gall or romance.&nbsp; <br><br>He could not fathom this. He did not try. He held her to him knowing he would be lost should she leave him. Even now, so young in their roles, he found a freedom with her no one else could give.&nbsp; It was not love or romance, not in the way it had been told to him. He felt different with her in his arms and that was all he cared to know.<br><br>“Forever mine,” he promised as he lingered against her a little longer.<br><br>He slowly brought her to her feet again and steadied her on limbs that had shuddered with the violence of his lust. Her collar lead clipped in place. One word to convey all that she was to him.<br><br>“Home,” He whispered and turned toward the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 05:19:31</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- holding on to her Master</strong><br><br>Her arms wrapped around him like a warm blanket on a chilly night as he drew her close. She felt so much for this man that had made her a woman and had opened up a new world to her. Who knew she could feel so free being someones slave? But that was how she felt, free in his arms as he held her close. <br><br>Lily felt his lips on hers once more, and she kissed him softly, tenderly as she calmed. She felt so close to him in every way. She knew this was no conventional relationship, but it was so much more than that, he had shown her how surrendering and submitting to him reaped it's own rewards. <br><br>She was forever grateful to him, lucky she was his. She cooed softly as his fingers brushed against her back giving her goosebumps. Then he spoke and she smiled and nodded, she was his forever and Lily would never leave her caring Master. She was his angel and his wanton slut rolled into one package. <br><br>When he got her to her feet, she wobbled a bit until she got got her footing. What he said next left it's impression on her, Home. His home, her home, their home together. "Yes Sir, thank you," she whispered thanking him for all he had done for her this night. Lily then stayed behind him, padding two paces after him as he led her back Home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 20:50:58</strong>
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				Evie giggled at Madi, her eyes softening as she looked at her friend.&nbsp; "We'll get in trouble you know?" she said, leaning forward, ignoring the tinge in her side.<br><br>"So, kiss me then, lets see when they notice we're missing.&nbsp; Maybe we can have some fun whilst we wait" she said in a soft, seductive voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 21:02:13</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~Trouble's my middle name now</strong><br><br>Madi giggled and slid over in the oversized bath until she was right next to Evie. "I'm in trouble whether we do this or not. Besides we're dead if they find out what happened after they left us at the dance studio. Placing her hand on her friend's cheek she leaned forward.<br><br>"Knowing men they won't notice 'til after the game or there's a break of some sort. We should have time."<br><br>Done with talking Madi closed the gap between their lips and tentatively pressed them to Evie's, a free hand moving through the water and sliding up the other girl's knee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 21:21:17</strong>
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				"Enough talk, we'll deal with the consequences later" Evie whispered as she lent forward.&nbsp; Their lips touched and Evie pressed her lips to Madi's flicking her tongue gently across her lips.&nbsp; She felt her hand on her knee and she felt her insides start to buzz with excitement as she stroked along Madi's side, heading towards the swell of her breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 00:25:50</strong>
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				Madi tentatively parted her lips giving Evie access to the warm cavern of her mouth. Her tongue poked out and brushed against Evie's. At last her hand found the prize it was searching for between her friend's legs. She cupped the other's sex and began to run the outer lips. A soft moan escaped her lips, her body trembling slightly at her friend's touch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 17:10:40</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade - going home</strong><br><br>The walk was brisk yet unhurried. Tsade did not turn to look at her. He knew she would be there as he had instructed. Something about their relationship had solidified, trust or sex or both, he didn’t know. He knew the extent he could trust her was broader now. <br><br>This was his business and she understood there was a part she played in it. His personal life would be sacred and separate from business. Each with their own demands on her. His choice and her obedience.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He stepped into the lift expecting her to follow, expecting her to stand within finger tip reach against the wall to his side. It was their little secret. Revving her up on the lift. Something to look forward to even if it was a short as the slow descent to the next floor.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 18:47:21</strong>
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				Evie moaned softly as she felt Madi's fingers between her legs.&nbsp; She parted them further, giving her friend room to stroke her.&nbsp; Her own fingers brushing the hardened nipple of her friend, twisting, pinching, making it even harder as he continued to kiss her, poking her tongue into her mouth and running it over her teeth.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Yes, there was nothing like a bit of girl on girl time.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 20:20:34</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong><br><br>This was unbelievable, she never thought sh would find herself in a bath tub for girl on girl activity. Madison moaned in delight, her middle finger slipping between the slit and stroking the bud between. Her tongue slowly began to explore its depths. Her nipples perked and hardened swiftly brneathe Evie's expert touches.<br><br>Madison bit her friend's lower lip and pulled it back gently. "You know it'll be nothing like your Ape," she whispered sliding two fingers deep into Evie's sex before she could respond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 05:54:20</strong>
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				<strong>Lily going home as well</strong><br><br>She followed that exact two paces behind him the entire time, silent and obedient. His whole world was different than the outside world, now that Lily understood all of that, she knew her place. She was the dutiful and wiling slave to him, allowing him anything he wanted when it came to her. She now wanted for nothing. It was a give and take, a delicate balance between the two. Point was she was happy being with him.<br><br>As they entered the lift, Lily walked behind him, one finger length apart. Their Secret. How many would they fool with it, the Grand Master toying with his slave in front of those that rode with them, and yet not one of them the wiser as to what was going on. <br><br>Still wet, she felt that finger toy with her, get her warmed up and wet once more. The ride short, Lily smirked as the doors opened back up to allow them to go back home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 20:59:53</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - nothing like the gentle touch</strong><br><br>Evie moaned softly, "you are so right, I needed this, a gentle touch" she whsipered as she felt Madi slip her fingers into her pussy.&nbsp; "Oh god yes Madi, that feels so very very good" she muttered, rolling her nipple between her thumb and finger as her other hand stroked down towards Madison's own sex.&nbsp; She stroked across her mound, before gently caressing her sex lips, slowly parting them and rubbing her thumb across her clit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 21:34:27</strong>
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				The touch to her love button was electrifying and made Madi jump at the sensation. Water sloshed over the sides of the bath. She moaned and very tenderly kissed from Evie's lips over and across her jaw to her earlobe, down her neck and collarbone, nibbling occassionally for some added pleasure. At last the adventurer reached the rise of her partner's breast and kissed and licked nearly every inch of first the left then the right. Madi left the pebbling nubs for several minutes, her hot breath caressing Evie's skin as she moaned in pleasure and fingered her slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 00:47:38</strong>
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				<strong>Meanwhile back in the Living Room</strong><br><br>The cheers echoed down the hall. <br><br>“Thanks, rag head” Vern said as he spit out the beer cap then put the stout to his lips.<br><br>He tipped up the bottle drinking deeply. An impressive belch followed.<br><br>Moussad watched the cap bounce off the floor and hit the trash bin before asking, “Why we watched another game?&nbsp; You hate dah Baggies.” <br><br>Vern grunted in exasperation. “Who got the beer?”<br><br>“I got to you.” Moussad said eyeing the six pack on the table that was short one beer. “You want more already?”<br><br>“Shut up and listen there’s a lesson here,” Vern growled.<br><br>“Okay, you splain.” Moussad replied always ready to learn more about these strange customs.<br><br>“Who’s sittin next to me?” Vern asked.<br><br>Moussad blinked just in case he missed something. “You thinking maybe Is somebodies sit next at you Vern? Cause I not see no anything on couch but you.”<br><br>Vern suddenly pointed at Moussad, “Pay attention there’s a pop quiz. Who’s sitting in your lap now?”<br><br>Moussad took a step back. Vern was asking strange questions. Questions only the seriously insane asked but usually not to people around them. So it was with caution that Moussad answered.<br><br>“I am stand on my legs, Vern. You sure you feel okay?”<br><br>“Exactly,” Vern hissed. “Where are the sluts?”<br><br>“Here.”<br><br>“Here?”<br><br>“Yes, here. In dah house.”<br><br>“How do you know?” Vern asked as he tossed the empty bottle in the trash bin.<br><br>Moussad held out another one in Vern‘s direction. Probably a friendly gesture more than to put something between the two of them. Moussad loved a good fight. Vern was that kind of fight.<br><br>“My brother, that one, wired the place exits. It is … hmmm… Azer I tink.”<br><br>“Azer?” Vern asked his forehead wrinkled like a sharpei in confusion.<br><br>“yes yes.. Red line… Crossing it make terrible alarm, screaming like eagles in hen house.”<br><br>“Red line… You mean Lazar? That red line?” Vern asked sucked into the puzzle too deep to get out by stopping.<br><br>“Yes like that one!&nbsp; I show you!!” Moussad announced and took the remote control in his hand.<br><br>Three clicks and he had two small window in the corners of the Big Screen. One was the living room and the other the bed room.<br><br>“You’ve got monitors INSIDE this place?” Vern said.<br><br>“My idea,” Moussad said and pressed the remote.<br><br>The bathroom popped up. It was a small window view. A view from above, a head shot. It was complete with the tub.<br><br>“See girls!” Moussad reported.<br><br>“Holy fuck, can you get closer?”<br><br>They both stared. Moussad resized the bathroom shot. It filled the screen.&nbsp; Then they really stared while the game blared in the speakers.<br><br>“Day sluts are very bad I think.” <br><br>“The monitor. Is it recording?” Vern asked.<br><br>“Yes, yes… on what they call… Ray of Blueness.” Moussad said adjusting the color.<br><br>“Blue Ray… you’ve got them on Blue Ray?”<br><br>“Oh yes… Look!&nbsp; You bitch, she is moan without you?”<br><br>“We need to make copies.”<br><br>“What you think, Vern?”<br><br>“We‘re gonna be rich.”<br><br>“Oh rich. We go now and beat them yes?”<br><br>“Oh hell no!! Let’s watch, then we’ll beat and fuck ‘em.”<br><br>“My stallion aches to couple with Madforson.” Moussad said stroking the raging hard on throbbing in his pants.<br><br>“Shit!” Vern said, “ We need to film that. Your little bitch taking horse cock. That would be the mother load?”<br><br>Moussad sighed and put the bottle in Vern mitt. “For the fever in you head.”<br><br>“Thanks.” Vern grunted as he stroked his cock.<br><br>Both men on their feet, pants disguarded on the floor as the crowd in the stands cheered wildly over the speakers. Bellowing animals sounds echoed down the hallway mixing with the cheers and shouts. The game playing in the background as the two watched the action in the bathroom on the big screen.<br><br>“Thank Allah for webcam,” Moussad replied between gulps of air.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 01:05:01</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - oh yes babbbie</strong><br><br>Evie was really loving this.&nbsp; The way Madi was fucking her had the girl groaning loudly.&nbsp; She forgot all about the men out in the main room, they were too busy in their game to take any notice of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Madi moved to her breast and Evie took the opportunity to slip a finger inside her wet cunny, twisting it around as she felt the mix of juices and water.&nbsp; "You're so wet" she grinned, "we so have to do this more often" she said, pushing a second finger into Madi as she bent her head and captured a nipple between her teeth.&nbsp; Their position wasnt brilliant, but with a bit of wriggling they were both able to get to the other.&nbsp; <br><br>They had no idea they were on candid camera....
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 01:08:04</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ the last door</strong><br><br>The lift door opened. Tsade stepped from out licking his fingers briefly. <br><br>“Hmmm..” He said quietly.<br><br>Their secret. It was almost thrilling to respond in ways only she would understand. Double meanings to others. Innocent comments meant to send her pulse racing with the implications.<br><br>They arrived at the check point. He was greeted with the usually professional tones.<br><br>“Have a good evening Mr. Tsade.” said a security man with a blossoming shiner.<br><br>“Thank you shift corporal. A quiet one to you, I hope.” Tsade replied and lead lily thru the check point and down the hall.<br><br>It was the last door on the right. Their home. A place where they could once again be free to unwind and share the evening together. He unlocked the door and stepped inside holding&nbsp; it open to allow Lily to follow.<br><br>These moment of silence were priceless to him. He stepped from the zone of awareness, the gauntlet of stupidity, to step over the threshold of his and now their sanctuary. Home.<br><br>He turned to unclip her leash from her collar. He would remove her cuffs once she turned her back to him. How he loved the cut of her back. The long curves, the strong shoulders. Yes, he did enjoy her very much.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 12:43:47</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong> Had she known she were on camera Madison would have frozen on the spot. Being on display was not a favorite of hers in any form. Sure she had gotten slightly used to being nude in front of Moussad, but that was different. Oblivious to anything but Evie Madi groaned loudly and thrust her chest out at the intrusion. "I may be wet but not as wet as you she purred, slipping a leg beneath her partner's and bringing them closer together. They were slowly becoming one, their position making it difficult to tell where one ended and the other began. Cupping the nearest breast Madi brought it to her lips and at last began to swirl her tongue around the nub, flicking across the tip before capturing it between her teeth. The thumb on the hand that pumped inside Evie's love canal flexed out and pressed against the most sensitive love button, sliding back and forth with each push and pull of her hand. 
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 18:44:58</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - finally home</strong><br><br>She chuckled to herself as he made the noise after he licked his fingers. He liked the taste of&nbsp; her, and it was all for him. Lily loved that he would always play with her and warm her for him in the lift. She was already wet and wanting as they stepped out. <br><br>She kept her pace as the passed the checkpoint, only peeking at the guard and the shiner he had. <br><br>Once the door was closed, Lily sighed as her lead was unclipped. She then turned her back for the cuffs to be released. She rubbed her wrists as he set her free. <br><br>She then turned and kissed his nose, "Thank you for a wonderful day Sir, I am honored to serve you." Lily lowered her head almost bowing to him as they could now be themselves behind those closed doors. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 23:22:15</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Home again Jiggery Jig</strong><br><br>Her bow. Proper. Appropriate. Her thanks to her Master without prompting. Did she know or was she responding to the way it felt to her. <br><br>His hand to her face. He could feel his pulse racing. His calloused hand stroke across her blush. Considered slapping her, throwing her on the floor and spreading her legs.<br><br>&nbsp;He wants her surrender. He wants the complete and utter control that no man dare take of her body. Her on her belly, the breath knocked out of her. His hand in her hair. Her mouth open. His cock probing into her mouth. Scraping down her throat. Forcing her to take….<br><br>“Martial?&nbsp; Martial is that you at the door?”<br><br>Tsade froze where he stood. His hand gripping Lily’s hair. The tones of a woman’s alto coming from a room down the hallway. A separate bed room. The guest room. The voice he knew all too well. He almost groaned as the wafting fragrance of cinnamon reach him. Heavy cinnamon and possibly sugary confectionary from the kitchen.<br><br>“Mother!” <br><br>I’m in the guest room tidying up and won’t be but a few minutes.”<br><br>“You were to call ahead.” <br><br>“Well, I was close and wanted to drop in for a minute. The nice man at the parking garage saw to everything on his way out.”<br><br>“Dear god.” Tsade mumbled&nbsp; under his breath.<br><br>“Do put your brief case and work things away and come to the kitchen. I have so much to tell you!”<br><br>His tone had a fine edge to it, “Thank you for reminding me.” <br><br>Tsade released Lily’s hair and took her hand instead.&nbsp; His strides long as he headed straight for the Master bedroom with her in tow.&nbsp; The door to the guest room was open only a crack.<br><br>&nbsp;“I’ve made some lovely cinnamon buns.”<br><br>“Wonderful,” He said in a tone that could have meant anything it was so neutral.<br><br>He made no effort to hide Lily. He was all business again. A mask of sincerity and underneath a beast was ready to rip into the guest room and toss the older woman out the window.<br><br>“I’ve hear from Claudia recently!” the voice continued unconcerned where the receiver had gone.<br><br>Tsade pulled Lily the last few steps into the room and shut the Master bedroom door, not hard but enough so it wouldn’t dare open without his express permission.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 04:39:16</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- oh you have to be kidding</strong><br><br>His hand on her tender cheek, her eyes longing for him, wanting his touch more. She saw the look in his eyes, he wanted to push her down and take her hard and she was ready then- <br><br>Lily's eyes opened wide at the voice of the other woman, his mother was there! This had to be the most inopportune time for the woman to be there! <br><br>Lily stayed silent as he pulled her along, she knew it best not to make a peep. She had to say she was very impressed that he did not miss a beat as he answered her at every turn. It was obvious to Lily that maybe is mother didn't exactly know what his business was as he scurried her into the bedroom.<br><br>Once the door was closed, she looked up at him with innocent eyes, "Shall I hide in the closet Sir?" Lily figured it was best if she was out of sight as long as his mother was visiting her. She figured his mother would have a heart attack if she set eyes on Lily by the way he was acting.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 22:45:45</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade - regrouping after the surprise attack</strong><br><br>The arrival of his mother had completely tipped him off balance. He had prepared for all eventualities, a sting operation by the government, a hostile take over by a competing corporation, Tsade even had a detailed plan to handle the second coming of christ. <br><br>He must have looked a sight for Lily to suggest she hide in the closet. But this was so unexpected and untimely, he stared at Lily oddly for a moment then laughed.<br><br>&nbsp;It was true. Few people could imagine his mother, and those that had experienced her, shivered.&nbsp; He was sure she was a terrier and Tasmanian devil hybrid.&nbsp; Although there was no one alive who had actually witness her birth. However, her reputation proceeded her.<br><br>His mother was tenacious. Once on the trail of something suspicious Her Ladyship was relentless. Impervious to suggestions to the contrary and impossible to distract once she had her mind made up.&nbsp; There was a path of destruction where ever she went and she went everywhere.<br><br>Currently, Her Ladyship Duchess Alice Beatrice of Glidehaden on Tsade was in her son’s guest room tidying up in much the same fashion as a tornado rearranges trailer parks.&nbsp; He had lost three butler to his mother’s tidying up over the years. Possibly four if the current one had answered the door.<br><br>Tsade stepped to Lily and pulled her against him. Her warmth filled him with the rush of desire again. Desire tempered with imminent doom. He kissed her hard and stroked her body as if the fire inside her would warm him just enough.<br><br>When he broke the long hungry kiss he continued to hold her, “Hide? Absolutely not.”<br><br>“We shall not lie either.” <br><br>His index finger raised between them in warning, “Nor shall we try to convince her of anything. Do I make myself clear?”<br><br>The occupation had begun.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 05:00:28</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- Guess who's coming to Dinner?</strong><br><br>Lily felt comfort in his arms as he pulled her close. He felt like a warm blanket as he wrapped her in his arms. His kiss set her heart beating hard, that kiss always made her weak in the knees. Her skin popped with goosebumps as he touched her. Her body cried out for him, but now was not the time with Mommy Dearest in the other room.<br><br>When he told her their tactics, she nodded, "Yes Sir I understand, but maybe I should wear something a little more, well, conservative?" She looked down at her half naked body, probably not the best idea to meet mother looking like she did.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 19:24:08</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade - trepidations</strong><br><br>“Conservative,” Tsade repeated.<br><br>He saw Lily’s point.&nbsp; How much would it take to chase his mother off without totally&nbsp; alienating her. And why suddenly did he feel like a former version of his rebellious teenage self. All that stoic maturity spiraling down into a cesspool of youthful confrontation.<br><br>His emotions were colliding with his good sense and logic was losing. A close proximity to lily brought out the caring Master in him, his mother seemed to bring out the Freddy Kruger. He was thinking knife play as he released his hold on Lily.<br><br>“The closet. Bring me a shirt.”
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 02:24:03</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - having fun and enjoying her friend</strong><br><br>Evie groaned at Madi's attentions.&nbsp; She liked the way the girl made her feel, it was a gentle type of love making, not like the rough, frantic style of Apeman. But that was good as well, he fed her other hunger, but right now, Madi was giving her what she needed.<br><br>Her hips bucked towards her lover, and she moaned softly, sucking in Madi's nipple as she flicked her clit.&nbsp; She slipped two fingers inside Madi, mimicking the young woman's actions.&nbsp; Her body was heating up, she could feel it, her insides churning as the flames jumped higher.<br><br>Tugging on Madi's nipple with her teeth she pushed a third finger into her, pumping gently, in and out, getting faster, deeper.&nbsp; She wanted to bring Madi to the edge....to hear her breathing change and her need build...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 05:28:52</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - just a shirt?</strong><br><br>He looked a bit jarred, well Mother's could do that to their kids. Still she wanted to be there for him, make this visit as wrinkle free as possible. She reached up and ran her hand down his cheek to soothe him. He was so wonderful and this had to go off without a hitch. <br><br>Lily nodded and went to get a crisp white shirt out of his closet. She held it out to him, "Is this one ok Sir, or something with a bit of color?" It was all about making him happy, then in turn making Mama happy as well. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 19:32:20</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Lily in business casual</strong><br><br>Tsade grinned in approval as lily held up his shirt. <br><br>“That one for tonight,”&nbsp; He replied as his eyes took in the view. <br><br>It was strange that putting on clothes thrilled him. However, in his line of work nude was the usual while hidden yet open was the spark that ignited his passion.&nbsp; Not even his mother could damper that.&nbsp; <br><br>Bits of cinnamon bun strategically placed along the guest line of a breast&nbsp; could be a thrilling dessert.&nbsp; One which Lily would soon discover.&nbsp; <br><br>Eating a hot roll off the lathered nipples of his slut took lots of energy. To hell with the calories, double the icing.&nbsp; Bon appetite!!<br><br>“Ready?” He asked impatient to brush the starched fabric against her excited flesh.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 20:43:42</strong>
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				<strong>Lily wearing His shirt</strong><br><br>It was the sexiest thing ever, Lily wearing her Masters shirt. Yes she looked sexy in nothing, but to be wearing a piece of his clothing, made her feel even more stunning. <br><br>She pictured kneeling before him licking at his cock, the taste of cinnamon on the spongy head as she devoured him. She wanted more than anything to just stay in that room and parade around in his shirt, make him unwrap the present before him, yest mother was waiting. <br><br>Lily took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, "Yes, Sir, ready." It was not time to meet Mom, and Lily had to stay cool and calm. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 17:27:13</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade -&nbsp; Dessert and bitters</strong><br><br>Tsade led the way from the bed room. He never looked back. It was as though Lily had been with him for years. He just expected her two paces behind and to his right as he walked past the open guest room.<br><br>The open door meant one thing. Mother was roaming in the apartment. He walked to the most obvious place.<br><br>“Martial!” Lady Beatrice bubbled, her hands mitted around a batch of confectionary perfection. <br><br>Tsade stepped to her wearing a smile and kissed her cheek, “What a surprise.”<br><br>“Do sit down I have so much to tell you,” She said placing the pan to cool on top of the stove. <br><br>There are moments that parents dread.&nbsp; A vision of their child’s future fortunes detonating into a mile high cloud of volcanic ash as that adult child revealed the treasure they had found while searching in the shallow end of the gene pool. This was one of those moments. <br><br>The mites removed she never missed a beat but she eyed Lily, her smile still bright, “And who is this lovely creature?” <br><br>“Lily.” Tsade said seeing the storm coming.<br><br>“Tea Lily?” Mother asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 18:39:49</strong>
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				<strong>Lily meeting the piranha</strong><br><br>She watched the exchange between the two in silence, her body two paces behind his- always. <br><br>His mother seemed so sweet, but Lily knew the stories of relationships between mothers and sons, no woman was ever good enough. She was completely ready for this, thinking she would just sit there quietly and nod while the two of them caught up. <br><br>"Oh thank you, tea would be lovely ma'am," Lily spoke in hushed tones, trying not to make a spectacle of herself. This was going to be one interesting evening indeed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 19:25:27</strong>
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				The added digit had Madison feeling the fullest she had been since this morning. Which now felt like decades ago. The pull of Evie's teeth making her crave the rough handling she had received the day before but right now Madi had to focus, her goal, to bring Evie to orgasm and help her in relaxing. It didn't help that her lover seemed to be more experienced and soon had Madi panting and arching at the expert touch. Still her fingers continued their mission, the tips hooking to rub the inner walls as she stroked in and out. The need to cum bubbling up inside her, the heat of the moment threatening to consume her. "Shit.. Evie.. I'm so close," she purred, lips searching for her friend as she moaned in ecstasy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 01:31:01</strong>
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				Evie grinned.&nbsp; Rubbing faster and fucking her harder and deeper she was determined to push her over the edge, to get her crashing into orgasm.&nbsp; She looked up over a mouthful of tit, her eyes searching for Madi's.&nbsp; <br><br>Lifting her head and tugging on her nipple once mroe she released it, watching her tit jiggle before it settled down.&nbsp; She kissed her hard, "cum for me baby" she said softly, nipping Madi's bottom lip between her teeth playfully.
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 01:54:03</strong>
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				Madison pulled Evie in by the back of her head, fingers twining into her lover's hair while mashing their lips together. Her previously occupied hand went up to pull and twist at the already abused nipple.&nbsp; &nbsp; Four words sent her over the edge into a crashing orgasm. Madi's eyes rolled back, her back arched, and every aching muscle tensed. The water sloshed over the sides as she screamed her pleasure, not caring if Vern and Moussad heard.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 02:47:33</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade - Bloody Hell in a hand basket</strong><br><br>“Right then,“ Lady Beatrice remarked as she turned to fetch the tea already nicely steeped. “Do we fancy a sit down at the table, Martial?”<br><br>“Yes, please. Mother, did you happen to see anyone here before we arrived?“ Tsade pulled both chairs out and took his seat in the third. <br><br>Lady Beatrice froze briefly. It was an old reaction. Martial had never married. She worried for years he was gay because the only people she saw him with were large hairy men sporting over sized jackets wearing the latest pair of designer sun glasses for men with skull and dagger tattoos on the back of their necks. Frankly, finding the girl here was a relief.<br><br>Lily, no matter what else Lily was she was definitely not a man. She was wearing his crisp white long sleeve business shirt admirably. She was pretty and did not require a Brazilian to remove the hair from her upper lip. Lily, was a vast improvement from his past associates in Lady Beatrice’s way of thinking. The butler not so much.<br><br>She brought the tea setting to the table as she spoke, “Oh, yes.. He said he was off on a urgent vacation and would return in time for the Christmas Pantomime.”<br><br>Tsade made a little strangled sound as he took the cup his mother held out for him.<br><br>“Sugar or cream, lily?” lady Beatrice asked.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 04:20:42</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- Isn't she lovely</strong><br><br>Lily watched his expression change as his mother said the butler has scurried off. What was it about her that made people cringe? She was being quite cordial to Lily, serving tea and the like. <br><br>Still there was tension in the air between Mother and Son. Of course not knowing the past, the history between the two, Lily could not form an objective opinion yet. <br><br>"Oh yes please, one sugar if it woulndn't be a bother ma'am." Lily would do her best to make sure her Master was pleased with her and would not bring on any more undue stress. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 17:50:16</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ Redemption</strong><br><br>Moussad had to admit the on screen scene was nothing compared to the live version. His cock jutting stiff arm fashion as he reached for Madison.&nbsp; Hair was good and Moussad had a handful of long wet girl hair as he stepped into the Jacuzzi. <br><br>“Scream many more slut girl!” Moussad shouted as he drove his frenzied cannon into Madison’s seizing pussy.<br><br>He groaned as he felt his shaft viced and clamped in the heat of her slit channel. The walls of her cunt sucked his prick as he pulled almost out and plowed into her faster.&nbsp; Striking her up to his hilt. He pulled her head back as his chewed her tit then the other. His weigh pinning her to the side of the tub. A jet stream of warm water drilling her anus every time he pumped into her wildly.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 17:51:09</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ Evie’s turn….. NOT!</strong><br><br>Vern had been first to enter the bath room, and he did bother to stop and watch. He’d seen enough for his cock to harden like a high rise girder. The two cunts were finger fucking to a climax when he snatched that little bitch of his.<br><br>He snatch her right out of the tub. There was no way he was gonna bother with that shit. He jerked Evie out by her collar and dragged her over the side. She was laying on the wet&nbsp; cold tile floor, his big hand around her neck as he opened her legs with a thrust of his blunt mallet head.<br><br>He didn’t care what hole he pounded into. He didn’t care if she orgasmed. Her flesh gave way to the battering of his beast penis and it was all about riding that hole. He speared her rapid fire. Slapping her ass. Gripping her throat tight. Cursing and directing, as they scooted across the tile with his hammering.<br><br>“Fuckin bitch!!&nbsp; Fuck!! Yeah..!!”
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 18:42:34</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ "What the? Oh shit, fuck me!"</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;This was exactly what Madison needed. At the peak of her orgasm she cried out at the feel of her hair being yanked up, moving her right in front of a jet that she had missed earlier. Moussad slammed into her, sending her into a fit of orgasms. One after another they rolled over her. The steady push of the jet slowly stretched her rosebud while she was steadily drilled. Her cries and screams of pleasure echoed through the bathroom. Where the men had come from and how long they had been watching didn't cross Madi's mind. All that mattered is she was getting the pounding and orgasms of her lifetime.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 19:43:43</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade - Tea Time</strong><br><br>His hand rested on&nbsp; the back of the chair to his right placing himself between Lily and his mother. The hand on the chair giving Lily silent permission to sit. <br><br>The tribunal began with a cup of tea.&nbsp; <br><br>Lady Beatrice went about the business of tea pouring for which she was well know. The lump hovered over the cup momentarily before the cube drop into the liquid without so much as rippling the level of the dark rich liquid.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a few moments of silence. His chair creaked as if someone was tightening a bolt until the head began to smoke. <br><br>Tsade brought the cup to his lips to delay the inevitable. He almost felt like he was losing a miniscule bit of control over the situation. But that was absurd. <br><br><br>His mother had age and experience on him. Her attention focused on the girl as the saucer was placed on the table.<br><br>&nbsp;“Martial is so secretive about his acquaintances.&nbsp; Do tell me about yourself, dear Lily.”
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 21:44:30</strong>
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				<strong>Lily and the Spanish inquisition </strong><br><br>She sat in the chair her Master had his hand on, smoothing out the shirt as she sat. She could still see a level of tension on his face that she had never seen before. He had just dodged a fire, a sprinkler fiasco, and am insane chef, but she could tell this was rattling him. <br><br>Then came the question, <em>Tell me about yourself.</em> Lily's mind raced, how much did mother dear know about her son and his "business"? What exactly would Lily tell her? He said no hiding, no lying and no convincing her of&nbsp; things. Great. <br><br>Lily took a breath and did the greatest dodge ever, "What did you want to know about me ma'am? There is not really much to tell." Lily looked&nbsp; at him and smiled a small smile before turning back to the firing squad. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 00:36:52</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~Clever girl</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice remitted. Gloves on she turned back to the stove as she chatted casually.<br><br>She did not miss the nuisance, nor was she detoured. She had danced this dance before. Tongs in her mit as if she were about to remove someone’s kidney instead of moving a hot bun to a serving plate.<br><br>“The obvious to begin with. And would you like a cinnamon bun with that?”
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 02:32:46</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- you have no idea how clever</strong><br><br>It was so transparent that the lady wanted to know all about the strange girl that was sitting by her sons side. Lily would dodge bullet number two was well. <br><br>"Oh none for me, thank you, but they do smell good." Lily took pause and gave the woman what she wanted- the obvious. "Well, I'm five foot five, and a size three. Dogs are my favorite type of pet and my favorite color is red. I love to dance and even have a bit of a voice to sing." There, the obvious and nothing more. <br><br>Lily would keep the sparring up all night if she had to, the girl was smart as a whip. No way she would let her master down, especially not in front of his mother. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 01:58:01</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad - Show me the money</strong><br><br>Moussad slammed into Madison like a runaway train. The water sloshed wildly as he jammed his cock as far as possible.&nbsp; His head back he bellowed.<br><br>“Here!! To you belly, JAHDEM!!! ABokmiz Adabar KUZZZZZZZZIE!!” <br>His cock jerked and fired again. The hot juice deep inside his slut. He panted and growled until he had emptied a full charge inside her. His hands to her gently cradling her against his chest.<br><br>His legs butter as he sank in the tub again. Her impaled on his cock and saddling his waist. He grinned crookedly.<br><br>“Okay, cool a little bit, den we count deh treasure.&nbsp; I am not seeing you little surey, Where is dis one that holds the many rings and coin moniez Madforson?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 01:58:52</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade - Sparing</strong><br><br>It was hard to believe that things were going along so comfortably. Not like the last time. That was long ago and a totally different situation that involved a full wardrobe. <br><br>How was it that mother was so well equipped to handle the unclothes.. He could only wait her out wondering what her real mission was about. <br><br>“How refreshing!” Lady Beatrice said cheerfully as she brought two plates and one bun to the table. <br><br>She placed the bun in front of Tsade without so much as a look in his direction. <br><br>“Claudia hated animals. The girl is dreadfully allergic to animal dandruff. You can imagine her life has been so far removed from cages and collars that sort. Although Martial and she were once practically inseparable.”<br><br>Without missing a beat Lady Beatrice interjection went directly to her son without even looking at him, ”She sent her regards and ask of your health by the way.”<br><br>“I am fond of dogs. Sensible creators with the right hand. People could certainly learn from that example.&nbsp; Tell me dear Lily, do you fancy the choker or leather collar for a pet?”
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 02:18:36</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~The money go down the toilet</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Madison had continued to cream and gush all over the Arab's massive cock. Her sex milking Moussad for everything he was worth in the tight, contracting walls. She felt the warm gushes start and wrapped her legs about his waist, keeping his throbbing member inside her. Madi mewled and cooed against the solid chest of whoever he was to her, hips making gentle grinding movements with him still inside her, riding out the receding waves of her orgasm. She was truly spent and could hardly lift her eyes to watch Evie getting mauled by the Ape.&nbsp; &nbsp; Without a second thought she answered the foreign man's question, knowing very well that there would be consequences. "It's gone. I flushed it. Every last piece."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 02:25:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4678612#msg4678612">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 22-05-2011, 17:51:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Vern ~ Evie’s turn….. NOT!</strong><br><br>Vern had been first to enter the bath room, and he did bother to stop and watch. He’d seen enough for his cock to harden like a high rise girder. The two cunts were finger fucking to a climax when he snatched that little bitch of his.<br><br>He snatch her right out of the tub. There was no way he was gonna bother with that shit. He jerked Evie out by her collar and dragged her over the side. She was laying on the wet&nbsp; cold tile floor, his big hand around her neck as he opened her legs with a thrust of his blunt mallet head.<br><br>He didn’t care what hole he pounded into. He didn’t care if she orgasmed. Her flesh gave way to the battering of his beast penis and it was all about riding that hole. He speared her rapid fire. Slapping her ass. Gripping her throat tight. Cursing and directing, as they scooted across the tile with his hammering.<br><br>“Fuckin bitch!!&nbsp; Fuck!! Yeah..!!”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Evie winced as she saw the two men walk in.,&nbsp; She didnt have chance to think before he grabbed her, yanking her out of the tub and placing her on the cold floor.&nbsp; Her body protested as he suddenly sprang to her, his cock delving inside her with heated agression.&nbsp; She cried out as he moved into her, fucking her hard, and mercilessly.&nbsp; She felt every thrust jar through her.&nbsp; Fucking animal, he was driving into her so hard.&nbsp; But she knew he wouldnt care if he hurt her over again.<br><br>She heard the arab speak, but she was too lost in her own treatment to take much notice of what they were saying.&nbsp; She was building up to an orgasm, but she knew he would expect her to ask to cum...maybe she would just forget this time...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 04:25:11</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- Lucy you got some 'splainin' to do</strong><br><br>Lily looked at Tsade when mother mentioned Claudia. Now Lily was no fool, she knew there were girls before her, who knew maybe dozens, maybe a hundred or more, but this Claudia seemed pretty important. <br><br>"So this Claudia didn't like dogs you say, hmm that's a shame, she's missing out on so much. Pets keep you healthy you know, they give that unconditional love. Sure they may have a collar and are tethered to a leash at times, but they love you for it all the same. Oh and as for the collar, always leather, softer on the neck and it looks better as well."<br><br>Lily looked back to him, holding her own and not flinching during mothers questions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 01:58:41</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ Am I in a totally different conversation?</strong><br><br>“No dogs mother,” Tsade remarked before taking a drink of tea.<br><br>Lady Beatrice smiled in that pleasant way one does with children or the uniformed. Her hand rested on a cinnamon bun.<br><br>“Oh yes. Terrible shame about Claudia. I had her peg as the French poodle type or a beagle. But looks can be deceiving.”<br><br>“What was it she liked Martial. Some type of little beast from that awful country.”<br><br>‘Shrew, and America” Tsade said in between bites of his pastry.<br><br>“Honestly,“ Lady Beatrice remarked and made a clicking sound. “Don’t let him upset you dear. The peerage has nothing but good things to say about yanks. We’ve practically forgotten almost everything about the colonies misbehavior.”<br><br>“Now where was I. Oh yes, I remember. Claudia had a stable of Chinchillas, and somewhere in South America.” Lady Beatrice corrected.<br><br>“Right, Curacao.” Tsade replied and went back to attacking the bun.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Lady Beatrice leaned toward Lily in a conspiratorial way.<br><br>&nbsp;“More than just the savage little beasts were in her stable.” She said with a if you get my meaning look.<br><br>“She’s somewhere in Africa now I’m told,” Lady Beatrice remarked casually. “Missionary work I believe.”<br><br>Tsade was in the middle of a sip and sprayed his tea on the stove in surprise. He stood choking on a bit of bun. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 02:02:05</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~&nbsp; Party of 1</strong><br><br>Had Moussad been 30 minutes older he would have clutched his fist to his chest and keeled over in grief.&nbsp; As it was he open-mouth stared at his favorite little desert flower. His dick reacted. For the first time since puberty Ghassar Moussad’s dick was soft and quivering.<br><br>His deep set eyes wore the look of a man who had just lost his faith in everything he believed in as if someone backed into his Jag with a tank.&nbsp; You could see the one wheel rolling away from the scene of the accident in his pained look. <br><br>He leaped from the tub. His cock flagging as he bound over Vern. His hand to the toilet seat raising it and he looked down as if peering into a well.<br><br>“ALLO?”&nbsp; <br><br>When it dawned on him and it didn’t take long, he ripped the top off the tank and thrust his fist down the hole.&nbsp; Only then did he realize it was the wrong hole. <br><br>His expression darkened as he turned to the tub full of Madforson. He rose like an anchor. Turning in her direction his hands in a menacing open grip.<br><br>His voice sweet as if calling a favorite pet back to the spot on the new carpet that had been christened. <br><br>“Madforson, we are go on little walk together. I are not killing you. I promise,”&nbsp; he told her as he stalked towards her. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 02:02:33</strong>
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				<strong>Vern ~ Cum baby come</strong><br><br>“Fuck yeah!!” Vern growled and fired his load deep into Evie.<br><br>There was nothing like fucking this slut.&nbsp; He couldn’t think of one thing he liked better. Not one and that included Mark Anthony. <br><br>He frowned slightly as the shadow of a naked man raced over the top of him. Vern could have sworn that the rag head … Naw!!&nbsp; And went right on plowing the last row before Evie stopped seizing around his battering ram. 
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 02:29:44</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ In deep shit</strong>&nbsp; The girl was no fool and the instant Moussad bounded from the tub Madison knew that the raghead was unhappy. No, unhappy was an understatement. This man had officially lost it. The look in his eyes was like that of the chef after she and Evie had destroyed the kitchen and stolen food. What kind of fool hired freaks this unstable? Still Madison held no regrets. He wanted to be a chauvanistic pig and that was the price he paid. "I can't walk. Remember?" she growled, her tone holding a hint of irritability. "Besides, I don't believe you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 00:17:33</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad - the case of the missing loot</strong><br><br>Leg, she said.&nbsp; Moussad vaguely remembered the limp. Frankly, he vaguely remembered everything except Madforson’s declaration of insanity.&nbsp; And if he cared he cared a lot less about the leg but a whole lot more about the young woman in his collar, just not for the same reasons as he did a few minutes ago.<br><br>“We walk,” Moussad growled as his hand snapped around her one wrist and he pulled her over his shoulder.&nbsp; “Not like before.”<br><br>He grabbed for his belt and the pouches that lined them and jogged out the bathroom with Madison over his shoulder.&nbsp; He would have beat her as he ran out the apartment but one hand gripped the cheek of her ass to keep her from fighting to get off while the other hand was full of belt.&nbsp; The belt had equipment. He would need it for what they were gonna be doing.<br><br>He didn’t bother with the lift. Moussad took the stairs down two at a time.&nbsp; His bare feet slapping the concrete as he raced to level 1 then past the sign that read Level 0, Water treatment. <br><br>The pungent fragrance reached them before he even pushed open the door.<br><br>“No worry Madforson…” Moussad told her as he galloped along the grid above the different sections of sewage.<br><br>“Sludge only 2 feets deep. You not need for to swim. I bring rope and net. I dingle you over sides so you have many hands to net our treasure.”<br><br>“I bringing you up after you find every last piece. Maybe not so long I think. Hold you nose!”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 05:06:18</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - poor Madforson</strong><br><br>Evie groaned loudly as Ape exploded into her, he certainly wasn't a quiet lover, he liked to make a noise when he filled her full of cum.&nbsp; Her own body was pulsing and twitching and she came hard, as she always did when he so lovingly fucked her.&nbsp; She had gotten used to the way he ploughed into her, such a gentleman!!<br><br>Evie saw Raghead and Madi leave, she had a nasty suspicion her friend was in deep shit (she didnt realize how close to the truth that phrase would be!!)<br><br>She sighed as she came down her her fucking, and then saw that she had broken a nail.&nbsp; She frowned, still filled with his monster cock, as she pouted, now she would have to get that damn nail fixed.&nbsp; Well fuck, that wasnt good.<br><br>"Look have you finished now, I really need to sort this nail out" she said, waving her finger at him.&nbsp; Still impaled on his thick shaft.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 06:52:43</strong>
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				<strong>Vern -&nbsp; Handle with care</strong><br><br>Vern was grunting with the last few loads in his cannon in blissful ejection. His eyes closed and his throbbing pipe buried up to his balls in his tight little cunt.&nbsp; Sweat pouring off his forehead and running rivers down Evie’s back. He bent over and was kissing her between the shoulders when she mouthed off.<br><br>“Huh?” He grunted and for a moment froze where he was planted.<br><br>“Nail? A fuckin nail?” <br><br>Vern&nbsp; pulled out. His cock still spurting the last shots of man lust on the tile. <br><br>“Oh my, it’s a natural disaster. Here let me be of assistance,” Vern growled and snagged Evie by the hair.<br><br>“Don’t bother gettin up.” He barked as he dragged her out of the bathroom.&nbsp; <br><br>If she found her feet she’d be lucky. If she kept up with his ground eating pace even luckier. He didn’t care about the nail or much of anything else. She had sinned as far as he was concerned. She had deliberately made him think of something else while he was getting his nut off.&nbsp; That made it a mortal sin.<br><br>He danced her on her toes to the lift and tossed her inside. When the door closed he had her hair again. <br><br>“Since you and Mark Anthony got along so good you two can be bed buddies tonight,” Vern threatened.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 02:43:45</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - who's afraid of the big bad......mark Anthony...MEEE</strong><br><br><em>Arachnophobia is defined as an inordinate fear of spiders.</em><br><br>Well it seemed Vern was the sort of guy who couldn't focus on more than one task at a time.&nbsp; So multitasking was definitely not one of his strong points.&nbsp; Evie groaned as he dragged her from Rag heads room, heading back to his.&nbsp; She didn't even think what or who she might end up with.&nbsp; The Doctor had said she was to be treated gently for a few days.&nbsp; She knew that was <em>NOT</em> going to happen.&nbsp; To Vern treating her gently meant only fucking her once a day!!<br><br>Her body was aching, all the good the bath had done had been ruined by him.&nbsp; Now she was wincing as they entered his rooms.&nbsp; Then he said something that stopped her world right there and then.<br><br>Mark Anthony was a spider......Evie had Arachnophobia, she always had ever since she was a little girl and had caught a film about Spiders.&nbsp; Ever since she had never been able to bear them.&nbsp; Earlier she had just controlled her fear, the hairy brute had appeared and she had felt quite proud of how she had remembered her relaxation techniques.&nbsp; But the threat of having the thing sleep in with her was more than she could cope with after everything that had happened to her.<br><br>The color drained from her face.&nbsp; The young woman before him might look like Evie but she didn't have the spark, the energy and cheekiness.&nbsp; This was a shell, a husk of the person. Eyes wide as she shook her head, her mouth open and her body trembling.<br><br>"Please please no...cant...not...spiders....so scared" she tried to move away from him, but he held her hair in his huge fist.&nbsp; Her breathing changed, before his very eyes she went from confident and sassy to a cowering wreck.&nbsp; She sagged in his grip, she couldn't breath, she couldn't think, all she could see was a spider edging towards her, coming to get her.<br><br>"Cant, cant not that, not him.&nbsp; Not spiders please not that." her glorious green eyes filled with tears, she was trembling hard now, also violently, "Icantdospiders,notspiders,anythingbutthem.PleaseMaster, pleaseanythingbutthem..." she was stuttering, the words tumbling over one and other and not really making sense.&nbsp; She couldn't breath, she couldn't think, all she could see were spiders.&nbsp; She looked around, her movements jittery.&nbsp; "He's not here now is her?&nbsp; Please say he isn't here now!!!" The panic was evident, even someone like Vern should be able to see how very scared she was.&nbsp; But then Vern wasn't exactly the deeply caring kind, maybe he wouldn't have a clue exactly what was going on with Evie....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 06:09:53</strong>
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				<strong>Vern - with little miss muffet</strong><br><br>The whites of her eyes were showing, she was that undone. Hell at this distance he could have shot her. Instead he had her exactly where he wanted her. <br><br>“Naw!” Vern assured her with a gentle shake.&nbsp; “He hates elevators.”<br><br>“As long as you mind your P’s and Q’s slut, you and Mark Anthony will be on two different planets.”<br><br>The lift stopped moving as Vern pulled Evie tight to his chest. It wasn’t that he didn’t have feelings or that he didn’t have feeling for his slut.&nbsp; It was just that it took so long for messages to arrive from his body to his brain and back that there was a noticeable delay of about a week and a half. <br><br>By the time Vern had an emotion he thought it was gas. But he liked Evie and liked to fuck her while she was giving him hell. Her begging was something new which he didn’t much like at all. <br><br>“Vern!” Shift Sergeant Rutherford called as he ran to the pair exiting the lift.<br><br>&nbsp;“Vern! I’m sent to fetch you. It’s Command.” <br><br>“Yeah, be right there. And you owe me,” Vern growled as he carried Evie to her cage.<br><br>When he tossed her in again and chained her leash to the ring on the floor, he made sure she had water and had taken her meds.&nbsp; The other thing he had to collect was a burlap bag. So he left her briefly. When he returned he pulled her head up and kissed her hard before releasing her.<br><br>“I’ll see you in the morning,” Vern promised and tossed the bag into the cage then slammed the door locking it. <br><br>A moment later Jethro’s snaky tongue shot out of the burlap bag. Satisfied that the current sleeping arrangement would continue he curls in a nice cobra knot near the heat of flesh at the end of the chain ring.&nbsp; Evie was practically family.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 16:40:24</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- Mother is lovely!</strong><br><br>Lily was quite loving her conversation with Beatrice, she was learning so much about her masters EX, and it was quite interesting. <br><br>"Chinchilla's really? what was she doing raising them to make a coat? Honestly, give me a loyal puppy any day. As for the other beasts in her stable, I can only imagine what she was keeping there," she chuckled as she looked over at Tsade right before he spit out his tea, obviously there was something about that missionary statement that caught him off guard.<br><br>Lily sat back and waited to see if he would say anything, or let the two women chatter on about Claudia.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 00:52:40</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - Snake instead...gee thanks</strong><br><br>Evie couldn't actually say anything.&nbsp; She was still dealing with her panic attack, but she was grateful that he had relented.&nbsp; She wouldn't have to be in the same cage as the spider.&nbsp; She couldn't call it by name, it wasn't a damn pet, it was a huge, horrible, eight legged monster.&nbsp; At least to her it was.<br><br>She was quite glad to be back in the cage.&nbsp; She wriggled around trying to get comfortable, it wasn't easy with the bruised ribs she had.&nbsp; But she eventually found a spot that seemed to suit her, so much for a few days of being looked after.<br><br>When he tossed the burlap bag in she tensed for a moment, but she relaxed when the large snake slithered out.&nbsp; She knew Jethro wouldn't harm her, they had an understanding.&nbsp; She had no idea what sort of understanding it was, but it was definitely an understanding.&nbsp; He wouldn't bite her, of that she was sure of.<br><br>it didn't take long until Evie was sleeping.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly a peaceful sleep, there was a dull pain in her side and she was aware of the snake laying against her.&nbsp; She really didn't want to upset him, so she sleep in one place.&nbsp; She woke a time or two, but things seemed pretty good.&nbsp; At least it wasn't a damn spider!!!!!!<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 01:00:50</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~&nbsp; the what?</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice pushed a soft tissue into Tsade’s hand.<br><br>Tsade instinctively pressed the Kleenex to his mouth and hacked up a niggley bit of icing that had gotten hung up. He was just coming up for a clean full breath as his mother spoke.<br><br>Lady Beatrice moved to the sink, “Martial&nbsp; would you be kind enough to get my purse?”<br><br>“Excuse me?” He asked in that particular flat tone of a sane man talking to someone less sane.<br><br>“Please..” Lady Beatrice said hopefully and gave a light shrug to reveal hands full of soap suds.<br><br>He was defeated. It was obvious. Yet he held his ground a moment more before yielding in the field of battle. After all he was in no man’s territory, the kitchen was decidedly a home ground for his mother, and she played the field brilliantly.<br><br>“Of course,”&nbsp; He said and gave Lily an I’ll be back look as he walked out.<br><br>But it was no use, innocent Lily without him was defenseless and mother was radiating a glow of fresh victory. <br><br>Lady Beatrice turned her full attention to Lily. She began the conversation as thought there have been no interruption.<br><br>“When I found out about Claudia’s stable I was as shocked and dismayed as you.” Lady Beatrice said as she wiped her hands on her apron and came for a sit down beside lily.<br><br>“I can see why Martial is quite taken by you. It was never like that with Claudia.”<br><br>“Just between us girl’s promise me you will not lead him astray,” Lady Beatrice spoke quietly. <br><br>“You’re the first since Claudia, and..” Her eyes fill and she smiled bravely clutching another tissue. <br><br>A growling bark that tried to pretend it was calm and collected from the direction of the guest room. “Where do you think you might have put it Mother?”<br><br>Lady Beatrice patted Lily’s hand as she answered without taking her focus off lily, “Oh, check the big suite case first please.”<br><br>It was back to Lily without so much as a missed breath.<br><br>“What is your profession or are you training here?” Lady Beatrice asked as she slide her purse futher under her chair with the toe of her shoe.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 03:24:29</strong>
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				<strong>Lily just adoring Beatrice</strong><br><br>Lily was starting to really like Beatrice, she just seemed like this sweet mom that you wished you had. Lily actually put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle as mother wiped her son's mouth. It was all too classic to watch. <br><br>Then the good lady went in for the kill, getting Tsade out of the room is the girls could talk. Lily loved her sneaky ways. <br><br>"Oh no ma'am I will never lead him astray, he is so wonderful, it's a wonder why this Claudia never saw the best in him. I guess her loss is my gain. Between us, I think I love him. I know it's silly, but your son is just a great man. You did a good job raising him."<br><br>Lily really liked this time alike with his mother and hopefully she wouldn't get in trouble for it later. She held the woman's hands as she saw the tears well up. <br><br>"Oh I have been in both vocal trainig and dance class, that's where I feel most comfortable. I do miss my two friends though. I know they are here, I've seen them on video, but they don't even know I'm still here.&nbsp; But it's ok, I mean I'm so blessed to be here with your son." Lily remained holding Beatrice's hand as she saw the woman slip the purse further under the table. 
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 16:57:08</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Shit! And lots of it</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; For a second she thought it had worked. She believed he would leave her be due to her injuries. What a very brief second that was. Wrenched by her arm she slid over his shoulder and instantly fists and feet went flying. "What the hell are you doing?" Madison squealed when Moussad broke into a run, "You fucking dumbass we're soaked! Are you trying to kill us!? Slow down!" Eyes were sealed shut. If they would fall to her death, she didn't want to watch. The smell burned her nostrils and her empty stomach knotted and lurched. Definitely insane. Listening as he explained what she was expected to do she growled. "No fucking way. You want it you get it raghead. You can dingle me all you want but it's your fault I flushed it."
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 19:43:14</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ all roped up</strong><br><br>Some things break thru the language barrier like a cannon ball thru a paper sack. Perhaps it was the phonetic cadence, that little bit of significantly recognizable tone and inflection skimming swiftly over a sentence full of words that made them both impossible to understand and easy to interpret. <br><br>Gestures by sound. It was one of those vocal gestures much like the celebrated lifting of the single middle finger in ones direction that Moussad understood succinctly. It came from the tight curved lips of his beloved desert flower as she was dingling over the sludge pit by her good ankle.&nbsp; <br><br>It could have been explained in many ways. A man, even one so obscure and foreign as Moussad, could be momentarily distracted with such shocking discloser from such a sweet tasting mouth. That could have been the reason, or perhaps there was no other reason than accident. What ever was going on above Madforson’s head it involved the rope secured around her ankle and a moment of miscalculation.<br><br>“Ooopsy,” Moussad remarked as the rope suddenly pulled thru his grip.<br><br>A oozy splash followed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Moussad looked down.&nbsp; There in the muck was an elbow and possibly the curved of her ass.<br><br>“You want I pull up rope again Madforson, or you looking for dah treasure at dah bottom first?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 21:34:15</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong> It was not the sludge nor the stence that had set Madison in her ways but the pure principal of the matter. She had been the pack mule and the looter, if only to escape as quickly as possible. What had he done? Nothing! Absolutely nothing. There wasn't a thank you or a good job or any other recognition for risking her life by following his commands. What if she had been caught with all those jewels and money? With a splash and her world going dark and mucky all thoughts were gone. From head to to the light skinned beauty was covered in the excrements of probably hundreds of people. Madi rolled to her back and sat up as quickly as possible then shook her whole upper body, spitting away all that came near her lips. "I can sit here all day, it doesn't bother me," she called to him sweetly in response. "Get it yourself!" The last of her words and with the type of venom that would make her mother proud. Madison would not break down simply because she was covered in filth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 00:31:30</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ the Purse Quest</strong><br><br>In the big suite case, Tsade muttered as he stared at it as if it had teeth. <br><br>His father had told him when he was very young there were places he did not want to go. Hell was third on the list, first and second was a woman’s purse and her luggage.&nbsp; Tsade had a bad feeling about this but he had agreed. Foolishly agreed. Who would have thought his own mother would plot against him,&nbsp; except of course for those dates with someone he just had to meet. <br><br>A shiver ran down his spine as he flicked open the first latch and considered his next move.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 00:31:58</strong>
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				<strong> Lady Beatrice ~ Girl talk </strong><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Hands held. The truth came out in the touch of those fingers as Lily spoke. It was such a strange contact that paused for a moment. It had been a long time since she had heard the truth out loud and alive.&nbsp; It ran in the pulse of that hands she held. It was the breath the girl took as she spoke of him. The softness in her eyes and how her shoulders moved slightly, but enough. This was something beyond Claudia. Something Claudia or any other girl that Lady Beatrice had encouraged Martial to have a go at, could never touch.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;It was then that Lady Beatrice made up her mind. She had to know everything else about this enchanting creature.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Thank you, I only gave him a beginning. The man you know is the boy I loved, a mother’s love,” Lady Beatrice said in hushed tones.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; “He is a stranger now. A man in the world of business. He has little time for anything else,” She continued her hands feeling the strong pulse of Lily’s.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“For me.&nbsp; And&nbsp; unless you accompany him daily little time for you,” She suddenly brightened. “We should be friends, great friends.”<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;It was settled in Lady Beatrice mind. Lily was a part of Martial, a connection she still needed, and she knew how to keep it.&nbsp; After all no one had ever worn Martial’s shirt. EVER.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Tomorrow, we shall take a tour of this wonderful place together,” Lady Beatrice beamed.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;She made a clicking noise with her tongue and gave Lily’s hand a squeeze.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Oh my,“ Her attention now down the hall, “Martial!&nbsp; I found it.”<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 04:12:35</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad ~ fishing with Madforson</strong><br><br>“Ah, my flower wishes another dingling. Why is not that you say so instead of many words!” Moussad called down to her cheerfully.<br><br>The rope reeled upward quickly. Moussad meant to bring her upside down again for a birds eye view of the place hoping she would notice their ill gotten gain floating past and snag some of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 06:10:55</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- Uh oh</strong><br><br>Everything was going along so well, Lily was fully enjoying her time with Beatrice. She seemed so warm and kind, so loving of her son. <br><br>"Oh he is a very good business man, he is very respected, you should be very proud of him. He runs a tight ship, but he is so good at what he does. Your son is a fine man." Lily did nothing but smile as she spoke of Tsade, wrapped warmly in his crisp shirt. <br><br>Then the bomb dropped, a tour, damn. "Ma'am a tour sounds lovely, but honestly, I'm probably not the best guide, I only know how to get to the dance studio and the auditorium. Your some would be netter suited for that. I'm sure he might not be too pleased if I go wandering off with you." Lily looked a bit nervous to be a personal tour guide, knowing she was only supposed to be property outside of these walls.<br><br>As soon as she called her son back, Lily switched from comfortable slouch to sitting up, back straight, waiting for her master to reenter the room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 23:24:36</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice - For whom the tour tolls</strong><br><br>“Tisk tisk dear girl, we shall have a grand time of it I’m sure,” Lady Beatrice began as her son came around the corner.<br><br>“Grand time of what exactly?” Tsade remarked in that flat business tone he had worked so hard to cultivate.<br><br>Lady Beatrice brightened in the way a light bulb brightens just before the electricity goes completely off.&nbsp; Her smile genuine as she noticed that Martial’s eyes went first to Lily and then to her.<br><br>“Oh Martial, you’re so good about things.&nbsp; I was just telling Lily how you’d love nothing better than to have me spend the day with you,” And she batted her eyes innocently for effect.<br><br>He was glad he had not been taking a sip of tea and at the same time was seriously in need of something a little stronger, perhaps a bottle of Soap Suds and Vinegar with jalapeño bits floating in it. <br><br>Something that would blunt his photographic memory of Lady Beatrice visit during her visit. But that seemed unlikely, there would not be a fresh batch of the stuff ready until tomorrow at noon.<br><br>“It’s boring really,”&nbsp; He said with the mild tones of a politician. <br><br>“Boring?” Lady Beatrice replied almost disappointed. <br><br>“Yes, just replying to mail and signing documents.”<br><br>“So I would be sitting on your couch in the office all day with Lily would I?” Lady Beatrice asked innocently.<br><br>“Sitting… with Lily?” His thought were crashing into each other for attention. “Well, Lily is in training…”<br><br>“Training? Oh yes she mentioned singing and dancing, we can’t interrupt that. Certainly not.” Lady Beatrice turn the heat up a little more. “Then it’s just the two of us doing boring things.”<br><br>“Yes… well..” He began.<br><br>“All that time bonding. Mother and son, together. I watching you work as I watched you play..” She sighed in that dreamy way.<br><br>“Bonding?&nbsp; Well I suppose…”&nbsp; <br><br>There was no way out. He would be stuck in the office not conducting business for 8 hours with his mother beside him. It rang of fingers nails on the chalk board. He shuddered.<br><br>“Isn’t there something else you’d rather do?” He asked without a hint of desperation in his voice.<br><br>“Nothing!&nbsp; I have so wanted to spend time with you,” She said then wavered. “Although I’d like a peek at some of the departments if that wouldn’t be too much trouble…”<br><br>“DONE!&nbsp; Done… I mean certainly. A few departments. You could go with Lily to her two training classes. Dancing and&nbsp; singing. Singing and dancing.” He replied while red flashing images raced past the collision of thoughts piled near his logic center. <br><br><br>&nbsp;“Capital idea!” <br><br>The traffic jam was giving him a headache. “I’ll send someone round to collect you both, how’s that?”<br><br>“Splendid, are you sure it won’t be any trouble?" Lady Beatrice pounded the last nail in his coffin,&nbsp; "I do hope not to put you out.” <br><br>“No trouble at all,” He said and made a business of looking at his watch. “Oh, my… look at the time. I’m beat.”<br><br>He bent kissing his mother’s cheek, “Night mother.”<br><br>“It’s 830P,” Lady Beatrice remarked without a hint of sarcasm. <br><br>“yes… A new program I started. Getting lots of sleep. We’ve just started it actually. Second day."<br><br>&nbsp;He grasp Lilly's hand as he leaned toward the hallway. “Come Lily. Time for bed.”<br><br>"Well night mother!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 04:49:10</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- who knew you could turn paler than white</strong><br><br>She buttoned up her lip as mother and son exchanged words. This woman was cunning and clever trying to corner him into sitting in his office and watching him all day. Surely he would put the whole kibosh on her silly idea for a tour with Lily.<br><br>It all seemed to happen in slow motion- Matrix style. He deflected his own mother away from observing his duties, to actually have her follow Lily around just like she wanted! The girls jaw dropped to the floor, color running from her cheeks. What if Beatrice pressed her for more answers tomorrow? Lily wasn't sure just how much dear mother knew about the facility, should Lily just act dumb if she's tossed a question?<br><br>Once the conversation was over, she felt herself being tugged away, back to his quarters. "Good night ma'am, it was so nice to talk to you." Before she knew it, Lily was back behind closed doors alone with him. <br><br>"Do you know she asked me for a tour of this place?", she said in a frantic whisper. "How much does she know? Why would you leave her with me? You know I've only been her less than a week!" Lily sat and nervously tapped her foot on the floor, freaked out that she might screw something up if she were to be left alike with Beatrice.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 16:36:45</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ disclosure </strong><br><br>Tsade stepped against Lily pulling her in tight to his chest and kissed her hard. Yes, he had heard every word she said. The questions she asked were also his questions but there was no help for it. He had made the proper decision under the circumstances. The decision between two equally unpleasant choices like boiling oil, and red ants.&nbsp; It was risk management. Determining how much information was safe to place in his mother’s hands before some major incident occurred. <br><br>It was that very concern that had propelled Tsade in the direction of his current dilemma. Anything else was better than his mother scrutinizing the operation of this entire system.&nbsp; <br><br>The task was daunting. Lady Beatrice had weaseled her way into the complex with her native intelligence and the instincts of a piranha. She was here and there was no help for that. No damage done yet but it was half past 8 pm and his mother had only been there a few hours.<br><br>&nbsp;He would give her bits and pieces. Minimize the risk and mitigate most of it to Lily and the tour. Besides he could keep tabs on them both. The question remained, who would be the guide.&nbsp; Who in this organization could be counted on to reveal nothing? Who would so baffle his mother with nonsense that she would lift up her skirts and dash off to parts unknown.&nbsp; <br><br>Who?<br><br>He gave up trying to think of that one special person for he moment.&nbsp; Lily’s warmth too irresistible. He carried her to the bed. His hand stroking down her body as he kissed her neck.&nbsp; Lost in the closeness of the woman that fueled his fire.<br><br>“Trust me,” He groaned as he sank into her depths.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 17:08:46</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- Beatrice who?</strong><br><br>She was so nervous until he pulled her to him, his lips washing away all the muttered she felt about touring the compound with his mother. He could always do that to her, make her forget the rest of the world existed when they were alone. <br><br>&nbsp;Yes, Lily loved him, loved him for all that he was to her. It was apparent she was good for him as well, at least mother approved of the fair Lily for her son. <br><br>She held tight to him as he carried her to his bed, never looking away, but in his eyes as she saw that tender side only she shared with him. She looked lovingly at him, "I do trust you," she cooed as once again they became one, bodies intertwined in each other once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 03:06:40</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ something different</strong><br><br>Tsade felt hands to his back pulling him down. A welcoming from her he had not known he craved. His lips pressed against her as he raised her hips to take him fully in their dance of hunger.&nbsp; <br><br>His blood charging his body to life with every sensation her velvet grip afforded him. His own grunts in pace with her soft moans. Her touch pure kerosene on his raging fire. <br><br>He roared with the explosions. Her body a seething caldron of lava. The frame of the bed growled with annoyance as their savage passion reached a crescendo. <br><br>It was in that moment everything changed. It wasn’t about sex anymore. It was about her. Her touch. The scent of her perfume on his pillow.&nbsp; The look she gave him when she was so close she would burst. <br><br>It was Lily. The twist of her smile. Her laughter. And now the storm in her eyes that mirrored his own. <br><br>God she looked good in his shirt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 06:23:00</strong>
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				<strong>Lily the little gypsy</strong><br><br>He was all she needed, the sweet innocent girl from Shaw's that lost her heart to this man lingering above her. He made her the woman she was, taught her how to be everything he wanted in a woman. <br><br>Sweet Lily, her moans music in the air as they coupled, her love for him deeper than he would ever know. She knew he would never feel for her like she did for him, and she accepted that. Lily was his property, any flash of tenderness was from Master to slave, nothing more, she knew that. <br><br>Her body his vehicle for pleasure, his to use and her to give to him freely. His kisses fire to her lips, she wanting just a little more. Her eyes locked with his, her feelings evident, desire unbridled when she was with him. Her hands in his hair as he groaned and bucked above her, a tender touch to calm and quell him. <br><br>She wrapped in his shirt, eyes begging for release, the soft whisper for permission to release around him. She felt his heartbeat and waited, just like she should for her master to give her the release she desired from him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 03:32:09</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade ~ One Sweet Kiss</strong><br><br>His eyes closed as he kissed her heated body. His own a pulsing cannon ready to fire. But her loving caress gave him pause. Loving. Without implied affection in return. Giving without the need to receive. Selfless or willing, or something else he could not fathom. <br><br>There was no sense of self preservation, no reserve. No fear. She embraced his lust and brought him to her begging him for more. Shock waves rocked him. Her body so in sync he could not find a deep breath as he bellowed and locked her hips against him.<br>&nbsp;<br>“NOW!!&nbsp; CUM NOW Lo..!!” the rest lost in his roaring release as he fired deep inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 05:38:17</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- yes Sir</strong><br><br>His command to her sent shivers, she never tired of his booming voice. Her arms encircled his neck during the kiss, she holding close to him. Her body responded in kind, her orgasm quaking her body under his. Lily's release filled with passion for her Master, her desire to please him and make him happy. <br><br>She never questioned the word he didn't finish, never pressed him for what he was going to say. Instead, she cradled him in her arms as they both came down from their respective highs. She honored him, respected him as her Master, Lily knew her place in his life. She cooed and sighed in his ear as she held him close to her, a silent understanding between the both of them. <br><br>She would never ask anything of him, never push him for things she knew he would never give her. She would love him no matter what, and be proud to be his. She kissed his forehead gently, "Thank you, Sir." That was all that needed to be said and nothing more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 01:52:38</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade - my oh my Lily</strong><br><br>She pressed her lips against his forehead and kissed with the lightest of touches. It made him feel invincible.&nbsp; His chest pounded out a heavy beat so loud he was sure it was enough to wake the dead. He was powerful, she made him feel like that, like he could take on the world. <br><br>He groaned in pleasure as they wound down. No words between them. His body was chatting nicely inside hers. A chemical biological combination that had him hooked on the girl. <br><br>He never once stopped to analyze his reaction or hers. His arms adjusted her so that she lay comfortably against his strength. Snuggling her to him as one arm lurched around to his back grasping for the covers.&nbsp; <br><br>The wad of sheet in his hand he pulled it to her shoulder to cover them both up. He had stop thinking about her cage several dozen hours ago. <br><br>She was his after all.&nbsp; All his. And the only place Lily was going tonight was to sleep in his arms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 02:14:56</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Dingle this!</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; She was smart this time and when the rope went taught around her ankle she twisted and placed her hands in the two foot deep muck. Anything to keep her head above the slime. Madison didn't want to give into Moussad's demands. Why couldn't he understand anything she said?!&nbsp; In her frustration the net dipped down into the bottom of the slime then with all her might flung it up and over the edge of the treatment tank. Her goal was to cover the rag head in the same goo that dripped of her lithe form and was succeeding. Unfortunately as she repeated the process several more times, money, small wallets, jewelry, and even some keys rained down onto the man's head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 13:45:16</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, To Sir, with Love</strong><br><br>She curled up in his arms as he pulled her close. Lily was happy, happier than she had ever been in her life. Two heartbeats together as one as they lay there in each others embrace. <br><br>The sheet felt so soft as it covered her, she kissing his chest as her eyes began to flutter closed. "Goodnight Sir, thank you for such a wonderful day," she whispered before drifting off to sleep in her lovers arms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 19:40:26</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad -&nbsp; rain drops keep falling on his head</strong><br><br>Chuh Ching! <br><br>The sound of his fortune hitting him and falling harmlessly to the grid at his feet. Tons of stuff. A harvest of treasure as though she had been diving for pearls.&nbsp; Why hadn’t he thought of this before? <br><br>There was even a future for the hardly used Trojans. Once inspected for holes those that past muster could be rinsed and rolled&nbsp; up to be sold at retail on Amazon.&nbsp; The yellow ducky without a quacker was destine for eBay as an antique.&nbsp; The rain coat was trash bin food after checking the pockets.<br><br>“Yes..YES!! “ He cheered on his little bog muffin. <br><br>“Left… move it dah net to dah left Madforson… get dah big pieces….Okay! Good!! Good!!”<br><br>It wouldn’t be long before she had scoured&nbsp; the bottom completely. A touching moment for Moussad to think that his pungent septic minx toiled so hard at the end of her rope to make them rich. He just wanted to hug her, after a good rinse of course. His exuberance radiating down to her as he shouted over the grinder now moving thru the muck towards her. <br><br>“I know you am busy but so much you working is no good idea any more. You say you ready and I pull on dah rope up!!&nbsp; Promise!!” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 21:14:51</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ God damn it!</strong>&nbsp; The damn fool was cheering her on! Madison screamed out in frustration. She had been dangling upside down for several long minutes and the rush of blood to her head was starting to take its toll. The net moved from side to side, collecting a cell phone and - is that an old pager? Wedding bands and a pair of hand cuffs went over the edge before the sewer monster began to lose focus. Moussad's words were lost on her, all she had heard was 'Promise.' Promise what? Unable to think of the words to say the slave flung the net up over the edge, the handle clattering on the grate several feet away. "No more," she muttered before tugging on the rope, her way of telling him she had had enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 14:29:42</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad -&nbsp; Catch of the day</strong><br><br>Moussad admired his cuddly stink bug’s fortitude and perseverance. It was one of the reason he wanted her. Another reason was that she had the keen judgment of an angry Chihuahua dumped into a cage full of sleeping pit bulls. She threw caution to the wind and attacked anything around her.<br><br>When her net sailed dangerously near his head before it hit the grating he knew she had all the fun she could handle. He made a special mental note about the cuffs and the little box that vibrated, as he pulled up the rope.<br><br>The grinder rumbling towards her as it gurgled the slosh. Closer and closer as the rope tangled in the grate support at his feet. The churning now had a hum to it with a random beat as it hit a chunk of something that required chopping.<br><br>He looked down in time to see the grinder almost on her.&nbsp; He bent over the rail both arms flung out towards her. One open to grab her the other clamping on the rope just below the entrenched tangle. <br><br>All the while bellowing,&nbsp; “Take it HAND!!!&nbsp; TAKE IT MY HAND !!!&nbsp; JANEM!!!&nbsp; ERDUGLE!!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 15:57:13</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Erdugle?</strong> There was a steady pull on her ankle and the slime started to look distant. Spots clouded her vision before Madison looked up and saw the grinder. A scream filled the water treatment room before she twisted and flailed. Moussad's hand was barely out of reach. Again and again she tried, fear of being ground to death in the tank taking hold as in one last attempt, the metal machine churning barely a foot from her now and edging closer did her hand finally clasp her saviour's. "Pull me up!" she begged, eyes clenching tight while awaiting her end.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 22:35:45</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad - Unhand that girl you Erdugle!</strong><br><br>Ah, Moussad thought, when he heard the frantic tone of his aromatic slush petunia as she called her readiness.<br><br>Moussad could tell just by her clinching of her eyes and eagerness to grip his hand she wanted him again. But he would make her wait until she and their treasure was hosed down and sanitized. <br><br>Another three jerks in rapid succession and both Madison and the snag was in his hands. Not too soon as the grinder made patch work of the place where the girl had been laboring.<br><br>He was so proud of her he gave her a hung before tossing her over his shoulder. He bent down to snag the net and clip it to his belt. Next the mesh bag with the dripping treasure. <br><br>“I fuck you many times Madforson!” Moussad promised as he brought her and the bag off the over head grate.<br><br>“But you am stinky with sweat. So I check dah raining of you for later.”<br><br>He gave her a good natured pat on her rump as he headed for he fire hose box near the exit door.<br><br>“Rinse first.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 21:51:46</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Everything is about sex! And hose?</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Madison was in shock from her near death experience that though she wanted to protest any sex in the near future, the words never came. Sputtering and sobbing she fought to regain control of her emotions but it was all too much! "Can I take another bath?" she asked softly, assuming that he planned on letting her have a shower. A hose down was not on Madi's agenda.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 22:52:53</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad - Sex is everything?&nbsp; Pretty much…</strong><br><br>Moussad would have cuddled her as she sobbed but she was a curvy sack of potatoes over his shoulder and his hand was on her rump. He did stroke her ass cheeks to comfort her as he reached the fire hose.&nbsp; He bent to let her feet touch the floor. The bag of many riches on the ground beside her.<br><br>&nbsp;Moussad made a silent list of things to wash. He’d rinse her, the booty, her booty, his chest and back, her rump, and both of her breasts before they left. He said curved ass just to make sure that fine piece of Madforson property was on the wash and handle list too.<br><br>“Okay, Okay,” Moussad assured her. “I rinse at you an dah treasure. I am cleaning for me ah little bit. Den we hurry up to …..”<br><br>“HEY MOUSSAD!!&nbsp; MOUSSAD!!” came a voice in a group of three security standing cautiously by the exit door holding their noses. “YEAH YOU!!&nbsp; SNAKE BOY SAID LEND A HAND.”<br><br>Moussad turned to his dessert Oasis. “Madforson. I rinse at you quick quick. I am not so trust them for safety of you. I take you to safe place. I promise.”<br><br>Moussad waved and smiled at the three, “I come. Taking girl to number 3 before. Very soon I am leaving!”<br><br>The exit door slammed shut as Moussad opened the red box on the wall with the fire hose rolled neatly on a hook. He turned the valve and pointed the nozzle at Madison with the bag.<br><br>“ I washing you quick quick!” He bellowed to her as the hose jerked to life and he clung to it like a man wrestling a giant boa constrictor in a deep swamp.&nbsp; The water shot out as the nozzle twisted uncontrolled in his hand. The blasting water cannon balled in her direction dousing Madison and the treasure bag.<br><br>“Turn Jahdem! “ He shouted over the water volcano shooting from his hands.<br><br>It seemed like a good idea at the time but Moussad was having second thoughts. Maybe a bath would have been better, he thought as he made a desperate leap for the valve and finally had it in his grip. <br><br>“You done yet ?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 00:57:30</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~Where's the Riot?</strong><br><br>There was little that comforted Madison, the hand on her rump only giving her more unwanted emotions to deal with. It was Moussad's fault that she nearly died and now he acted as if she hadn't been inches away from seeing the light. Whatever awaited on the otherside would have turned tail and run at the sight of Madison.<br><br>Feeling the grate beneath her she slowly managed to get her balance. Slime, sludge, filth, and anything else you could think of dripped from her naked body.<br><br>"Then we'll what?" she would have asked were it not for the voice from somewhere in the water treatment facility. It came from behind her and in the state she was in, turning wouldn't have been wise.<br><br>"What's number three?" Madi asked curiously. She began to remember the rooms with the cages and all the doors where screams could be heard and shuddered. Then came the fire hose and eyes nearly shot out of the sockets. "No! No no no no nononononononono! That's a fire house you damn camel humper! That's not meant for aaaaaaaiiiiiiyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"<br><br>The blast hit the thin body like a freight train. Her body bent an swayed under the pressure like a palm tree at the center of a hurricane. She wrenched her body around until her back faced the jet and fell to her knees. The freezing water continued to rush over her. Moussad powerwashing her in a way that would make any homeowner envious. In no time she was clean, the loot beneath her balled up fists clean as well.<br><br>"You fucking idiot what the hell is wrong with you," she screamed/choked when the water stopped. Every fiber of her being shook fiercely. "Do you even have common sense?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 03:26:41</strong>
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				<strong>Moussad - Drip dry Madforson</strong><br><br>Moussad got in on the last bit of cursing as the fire hose dripped the last remnants of water from the nozzle.&nbsp; He closed the red box again and turned to collect his prizes. Taking her over his shoulder just as something metal like hit the grate with a pronounced thunk.<br><br>Moussad didn’t think much about it. The fire hose door ajar. The hose snaking to the grate.&nbsp; The nozzle bent in crushed coke can fashion. He never looked in that direction because he was too busy working out his little scorpion tongued harlet’s question.<br><br>“Cents?” Moussad repeated as he pulled open the exit door.<br><br>The fresh ventilated air had made a protective barrier Moussad step thru as he took the stairs. <br><br>He took a deep breath. Then another. Several more just to clear out his sinus cavity.<br><br>“Cents? Oh yes I am knowing that. For dah box that drops KoKo Soda.”<br><br>He rubbed her now clean ass cheeks as he took the stairs two at a time. “You thirsty Jahdem?&nbsp; I am parch-ED. Maybe doctor man is near.&nbsp; If not we kick it dah box.&nbsp; We kick it twice.”<br><br>Moussad opened the entrance door. The sign to the right read, LEVEL 1.&nbsp; It opened to the smell of sea water.&nbsp; The aquarium on the across the corridor but Moussad headed for the cages. <br><br>It was reasonable quiet down the row of cages. Slaves who saw him moved to the far back against the wall as far as they could get. A girl stared as Moussad past, her eyes showed relief until she saw the package over his shoulder and felt sorry for whoever he had grabbed.<br><br>Moussad hurried past. Any other day he would have a word or two with those he caught looking,&nbsp; but his friend the Mountain Gorilla needed his help and his Jahdem required a safe place to spend some time before he collected her.<br><br>A two man security patrol was up ahead. They saw him first and moved to the other side of the hallway to give Moussad plenty of room. They had heard about the dance class. <br><br>Moussad walked right past them.<br><br>&nbsp;“Bring ah my womens two suppers!” He told them.<br><br>“Yes sir,” The closest security answered and both took off quickly in the direction of the kitchen.<br><br>But Moussad didn’t care. He was already picking the lock on cage 3.&nbsp; Unfortunately cage 3 was already occupied. It held another girl. One Moussad recognized immediately.&nbsp; She was curled up on the floor in a blanket.<br><br>“Jahdem, dis girl you friend.&nbsp; Make her share dah blanket..” He told her as he set her just inside the door. <br><br>His lips on hers in a hard lip crushing I want you now kiss. He didn’t linger. Instead lifted her to one side, the bag of recent treasure next to her and closed the cage door locking it behind him.<br><br>“Okay, sleep now. I fuck you soon, promise!” he called out as he jogged toward the rear exit. <br><br>Disturbed. The vibration alone was annoying.&nbsp; Enough intrusion to raise a head just over the blanket draped body of Evie.&nbsp; The forked tongue scenting the air for food, trouble, a predator, or another slithery blanket mate of the feminine persuasion.&nbsp; Instead Jethro’s tongue scented a less pungent Madison.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 19:53:52</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - who would have thought a snake could be so fidgetty?</strong><br><br>Evie groaned, rubbing her eyes, "Jethro, will you keep fucking still" she grumbled sleepily.&nbsp; She had just managed to get comfortable without her irbs screaming at her when the damn snake started pissing about.&nbsp; What was she?&nbsp; some damn snake charmer?<br><br>She blinked at the shape who was huddling in the cage with her, it took her a moment or two to get her wits about her.&nbsp; Jethro was hissing, "shut up snake' she moaned at him, "Madi?&nbsp; what the hell you doing here?" she asked her, "and dont worry about ole Fang there, at least with him in here we don't have to worry about anyone trying to get friendly.&nbsp; You know what I mean?" she glared at a security man as she spoke, not caring if he heard her words, it was true.&nbsp; With ole Fang with them they were safe.<br><br>"He'll settle down in a moment, come up here, you look frozen" she commented, lifting the blanket to take her friend in next to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 02:11:24</strong>
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				<strong>The Cage</strong><br><br>Waldo Smytthe (deliberately with 2 t’s in smythe) Security Specialist 3rd class. A distant poor cousin to the 9th Earl of Warwick twice removed by marriage and once removed by beheading.&nbsp; Security Specialist 3rd class Smytthe was aghast, flabbergasted.&nbsp; <br><br>Such a potty mouth, and driving the snake right off to Snotty-Gobble. Waldo with keen intellectual deduction knew without a shadow of a doubt that the half pint firebrand was in the cage to protect everyone else and not the other way around. <br><br>Waldo bent cautiously and placed the tray with two meals and drinks on the floor. With push broom in hand twisted so the wood edge was pressed against the tray, he raised the bottom feeding grate and slide the tray in quickly before the snake had a chance to strike.<br><br>Jethro heard the vibrations of the body under him. It was soothing. He forgot completely about anything but the undisturbed warmth of the body blanket he coiled against. The forked tongue slipped down Evie’s back and got comfortably recoiled once again.<br>“Don’t try anything or I’ll shoot!’ Waldo warned&nbsp; as he back away keeping the broom between him and those wild venomous creatures in Snake Boy’s private cage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 16:18:24</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Where am I?</strong>&nbsp; With the cold racking through her body Madison wasn't focused on much of anything but she was definitely pissed off and let the clueless Arab know that with each swing of her legs that hit his chest. She was tired of talking and tired of wishing that she could be back home. She would never forget the freedom she once had and with any luck and effort she would get it back. "No fuck, you fucking fuck!" she growled as he locked her in the cage. Shivering she turned when she sensed some movement, wrapping her arms tight around her form. There he was. The damned cobra from Goodfellow's class. They were trying to kill her! Before she could scream a familiar voice pulled her widened gaze away. "Evie?" Madi's pale skin was now ghost white but slowly the color returned when she heard her friend's words. "I'm not sure you want me that close. I probably still reek," she warned before crawling under the offered blanket. Its warmth slowly spread through her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 22:21:38</strong>
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				<strong>The Facility</strong><br><br>Many a 24/7 facility slowed from midnight to dawn. It was true of ‘The Facility‘. Her five working and living quarter levels and foliage rich estate wound to a crawl.&nbsp; Even equipment knew better than to seek attention at midnight and prudently waited until the day shift, hours away.<br><br>The maintenance level now minus a buried treasure, an underfed overused slave in training and a criminally insane foreigner, churned away happily without the slightest notice by the four levels above.&nbsp; But this was the third shift, the night shift where toilets did not clog and pipes did not leak. <br><br>The training levels were on dims. LED strips lined the corridors in strings of reflection. Signs neoned in soft blues and reds silently giving directions to those walking about in the dark. Directing Security mostly, and the odd trainer finishing up a shift and heading for the parking garage or living quarters. <br><br>There was soft disturbances, whispers or the occasional moaning in sleep from the cages. Moaning and the infestation of cricket chirping like the lightest tapping of pebbles on the cement floor or along the wall at one side of the cages.&nbsp; Crickets chirping, communicating to each other beyond the understanding of the guards.<br><br>Occasionally, maintenance or IT went about modifying parts or sections of the training level during the third shift without interrupting the bustle of a training schedule filled with punishment and pleasure.<br><br>The Administration level.&nbsp; Lights out.&nbsp; Doors closed. Equipment softly humming. A server somewhere with cloud connectivity quietly updating a website, sniffing out personal information of those logged on to an eBay like web site containing descriptions of human servants for sale. All automatic. All under control of one man. <br><br>The one man who lived in the Executive Level.&nbsp; The man at the very top of this small well organized food chain. The man who lay in his large bed with his scrumptious slut curled around him. All the while he stared at the ceiling unable to sleep. <br><br>No rest for the weary.<br><br>Finally, in an act of surrender Tsade opened his droid.&nbsp; He had one click text messaging. He was very good at text lingo. <br><br>To Shift ldr Peny. <br><br>&nbsp;ldy Tsade needs a Security escort 7 am sharp 2day. Brng Throckbottle.<br><br>To Throckbottle.&nbsp; Ull giv a 2R of d admin lvl. Security wl escort u. 7 am sharp 2day.<br><br>To Shift ldr Peny. Ny wrd on d missN 14<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 22:24:56</strong>
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				<strong>The&nbsp; Facility Estate</strong><br><br>The Foliage rich estate was crawling as in infested but not with the usual fauna types.&nbsp; There was a great stone wall, the construction had probably been around since the time of the Roman Garrisons and the brick could have been made in Ancient China. <br><br>&nbsp;The Great Wall was now topped with barb wire. Along the interior, the estate itself was a mass of forest, meadows and streams. Dogs patrolled the place in pairs. No need to use handlers when a radio collar with blue tooth communication linked a control&nbsp; tower that watched and communicate with the dog patrols directly from on high. The only disadvantages were those areas of dead space which were few and far between. <br><br>Mostly in the thick part of the jungle like forest. Where in the dead of night with no moonlight one could hear the crushing of fallen limbs and chopping of vines and shrub accompanied by heavy grunting noises. <br><br>“SSShhhh… I am listen at something!”<br><br>There was a bear like grunt of disapproval but the accompanying chopping stopped.&nbsp; The night was still. Then a muffled shudder of a bush nearby. The breeze kicked up, the moonlight broke thru the thick cloud cover.<br><br>“There…”<br><br>Sure enough. There were scrubs that seemed to tremble and shake but off to the left of the scrub blinked a pair of amber eyes.&nbsp; Then another pair.<br><br>“I am think eyes of dog. What is it you am think, Vern?”<br><br>“Aw fuck…” came a deep voice in the same location where the sound of chopping had come from.<br><br>A deep growl of recognition rumbled in the air.&nbsp; <br><br>“Call ‘em off Harvey!”&nbsp; <br><br>The eyes sank lower to the ground as the dogs gathered for a lunge. <br><br>“Harvey!!&nbsp; Call ‘em off… You FU….” Vern’s command cut off mid curse as the dogs leaped.<br><br>Harvey Ledbetter returned to his post with the puzzle page of the paper tucked under his arm. He even aerosol the lou before closing the door.&nbsp; He dropped into his chair and looked at the video cam before he turned up the volume.<br><br>“HARVEY!!&nbsp; FUCK WAD… Call off those stupid…”<br><br>Security Officer Ledbetter turned down the volume and took a sip of tea as he watched the two trainers just inches ahead of the dog patrol trying to get a good rump bite.&nbsp; <br><br>“Decision… Decisions.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 17:46:55</strong>
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				<strong>It’s 5 oclock somewhere</strong><br><br>Sometimes mornings just show up unannounced. One minute the place is at rest and the next even the sheets and blankets are restless. There’s no one to blame really, although some try. Others see it as numerology. Possibly a birth sign virus or something that just won’t go away and die quietly. <br><br>But numerology, well that give it order doesn’t it. Dissecting a man’s life by adding the year, month, and day of his birth all together until you get to a single number.&nbsp; Now that’s amazing. <br><br>“It’s complete bolshie!” Horace Neglee said after a few moments spent adding with his fingers.<br><br>Hmmm…Came the reply from the news paper with it’s headlines staring back at Horace from across the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Says here I’m a two!” Horace grumbled. “So what’s it say?”<br><br>“You wish to read it for yourself Mon Ami?” the paper said with a French accent.<br><br>Horace stared hard at the headlines. French was a mystery . Oh, he could get past the traffic signs and street address but to comprendre Horace relied on…<br><br>“Charmon, how would you like to suck my wanker?” Horace growled and tore the paper to bits.<br><br>“For the millionth time, my name es Chaumont!” the wirey Frenchman said to the large short tempered bloke destroying the “The Daily Liberation” as if it were a New York phone book only smaller.<br><br>&nbsp;“Fine! Why are we here?” Horace asked as he stomped on some of the pieces that had fallen on the sidewalk.<br><br>“For the ambiance,” Chaumont Butts replied.<br><br>“Who’s that?” Horace asked as he sat back down. <br><br>Chaumont rolled his eyes. “Not who, what.”<br><br>“Ahh“&nbsp; Horace replied not really sure what to make of it. “So’ right then eh?”<br><br>“Oui”<br><br>Horace eyed the tiny cup between Charmon‘s thumb and finger. Not a proper size for tea. Epresso. He’d tried it once. Never again. He wasn’t gonna pay 8 euro for a tablespoon of hot tar. The stuff was just foul.<br><br>“We’re just havin a sit down before we blag the ambiance,” Horace mumbled as he watched a bee hover near the table.<br><br>“Oui”<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 17:49:56</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade</strong><br><br>Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep!&nbsp; Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep!&nbsp; Beee......<br><br><br><br>The cell phone shatter against the wall.&nbsp; A piece vibrated in death throws as a slippered foot crushed the last rumbled out of it.<br><br>Tsade moved back to the bed and lay against the delicious morsel snuggled in his covers. He kissed an offered nipple before kissing up her neck. His arm pulling her tight against him. God he wanted her again but life was just not going to be that fair this morning. <br><br>“Wake up sleepy girl,” He whispered as the faint hint of coffee fragranced the room.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 18:21:04</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>He had heard the faint beep in her dreams, hoping that is wasn't that she thought it was. But then lips touched her flesh and she smiled a sleepy smile. A groan came from her lips as she stretched while he kissed her neck, "Please five more minutes? I want to stay&nbsp; here with you just a little longer." Her hand slipped down under the covers to find his shaft and gently ran over hit. Maybe she could convince him to just stay that five more minutes with her. 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 21:20:53</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - who stinks worst Madi or the Raghead?</strong><br><br>Evie groaned, "you dont stink too bad, besides I'm too tired to care and I couldnt give a fuck what Fang thinks" she glanced at the snake, its tongue flicking out, "I hope he can taste it too." She said spitefully, holding the blanket up as her friend crawled in.<br><br>"Fuck Madi you're frozen" she said, cuddling the girl to her, pressing her body against her, trying to warm the shivering girl up.&nbsp; "What the fuck did he do to you this time?" she asked, feeling Fang settling down around the two girls.&nbsp; It was oddly comforting having him there, at least none of the mongrels that worked in the place would touch them!!&nbsp; <br><br>Shame that didnt count for the Ape and the Rag!!<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 22:39:38</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Warming Up</strong> "He nearly killed me! Had me swimming in a water treatment container to get all the loot from the dance studio," she explained, nuding the bag of loot making it rattle. "Then used a fire hose to wash me off, stupid Raghead doesn't have a clue." Madi sighed and wrapped her arms around her friend, glad for the extra heat and blanket. "S'pose it's a good thing I never stomped on Fang's head, huh? Those guards looked like they were gonna soil their trousers." Her voice started to fade, with the warmth spreading through her the weight of the day's activities claimed her until her breathing slowed and eyes remained shut until sleep claimed her, Madi's last thoughts: 'I hope Fang can taste it.'
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 03:00:58</strong>
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				<strong>Tsade</strong><br><br>He loved to hear Lily moaned.&nbsp; Her smile kissable as he thought of all that might occur from an invitation like that. But it was her hand brushing down his body that was heating him up. Her hand palming his cock to life and her welcoming blush were two very good reasons to stay put. He groaned and took her hands in one of his. His mouth pressing against hers with a growing urgency. He stroked her body in time with his shallow breaths. <br><br>He breathed her in, kissing her soft everywhere to strike those embers from last night.&nbsp; His leg between her thighs. He lifted slightly letting her feel the weigh of his hard shaft head pressing her hooded maiden.<br><br>&nbsp;He smiled and opened his mouth to whisper something hot into her neck but froze at the sound of a solid rapping of dainty knuckles on his bedroom door.<br><br>“Martial?” Lady Beatrice called from the other side.&nbsp; “Martial are you awake, dear boy?”<br><br>His dick softened like escaping air from a balloon.&nbsp; He put his head on the mattress and made a small strangling sound. He wanted to say a bad word so badly but managed to stop himself. Instead he gave Lily a consolatory look then raised up in a wolf like howling.<br><br>“Yes mother,” He bellowed.<br><br>“There’s a man at the door. I shut it on his foot several times but he won’t&nbsp; go away like a sensible person. He is so insistent.&nbsp; Can you see to him?” lady Beatrice requested.<br><br>“Yes mother, we’ll be right out.”<br><br>“Thank you dear.” She said and her footsteps became faint reminders of her presence nearby.<br><br>Tsade’s face went expressionless.&nbsp; He was back in business mode.<br><br>&nbsp;“Wear my blue shirt, and roll the cuffs quarter length.” He said then kissed Lily’s nose playfully and charged off for the bathroom.<br><br>It was going to be a long long day. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 19:24:24</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- so close</strong><br><br>She was so ready for him, to feel him take her just once this morning. He knew how to make her want him every second of the day. She was ready, the tip of his cock teasing her, getting her wet for his entry. <br><br>Then the knock came and it was like time stopped. Instant turn off. Mom was yammering about some guy. Wonderful. Damn woman ruined everything. <br><br>Lily nodded to him when he spoke about his shirt, she was quite happy that he offered her another one. It showed a bit of trust to allow her to wear his attire once more. She got the shirt out and rolled the sleeves as he told her. She spun around and modeled it for him looking for approval. <br><br>She smiled, and kissed him on the nose, "Ready to start your day Sir? Try not to get too stressed, I will take good care of her today I promise." Lily then hugged him tight and took her rightful place behind him, ready to face the world. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 05:30:41</strong>
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				<strong>TSADE -&nbsp; Angst, Angst and triple Angst</strong><br><br>She was ready while he was hopping around trying to step into his other pant leg.&nbsp; Well she was dressing light.&nbsp; Although not light enough. <br><br>All her twirling and posing had a horrible effect on him. Any other day, any other day and she would be a blushing mess and he would be less tense. <br><br>He scooped her up and held her tight. The need in him raged but he released her reluctantly.&nbsp; Her words were comforting. His mother would get a nice tour and they would all have a lovely dinner. <br><br>He straightened his tie as he regarded her. That shirt fit in all the right places.<br><br>“You look eatable,” He told her as he stepped to the door.<br><br>“Tonight, mother or not…”<br><br>A promise he planned on keeping. <br><br>The door of their bedroom swung open. A wave of breakfast aromas assailed him. He frowned and took long strides towards the kitchen.&nbsp; His mother’s melodic alto echoed in the hallway as he approached.<br><br>“More beans, or a spot of black pudding, gentlemen?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 15:47:03</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, a promise for later</strong><br><br>She smiled so sweetly at him when he told her she was eatable, and that they would continue this later no matter who was there. <br><br>As the door swung open, the scent of food filled the air. Well maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have mother there, a full breakfast every morning could be a good thing. <br><br>Lily stayed two paces behind when she heard the sweet voice of his mother, <em>gentlemen?</em> This definitely sparked Lily's curiosity to see just who had come to visit her Master.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 21:01:50</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice - Queen of Hospitality</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice smiled as Tsade entered the kitchen. His features unreadable.&nbsp; Of all her boys he was&nbsp; most like his late father.&nbsp; The chilling stare had the two men at the table frozen.&nbsp; Beatrice moved smoothly to her son.<br><br>“Martial, do you have time for a proper breakfast?”&nbsp; She offered.<br><br>“No, mother.”<br><br>Tsade eyed the two employees, the plates, the door.&nbsp; It was all the message the two men needed as if launched from a cannon they stood.&nbsp; <br><br>Lady Beatrice placed her hand on her son’s chest. She looked directly into his eyes melting the frost and ice packs of chilling discipline with a soft smile. <br><br>“Are these my escorts?” Lady Beatrice asked.<br><br>“Yes, mother.”<br><br>“And your leaving?” She asked.<br><br>“Yes, mother.” It was then he felt the slightest click of a logic trap.<br><br>“I’d feel so much safer if they waited inside.” She said adjusting his tie. <br><br>What could he say but yes. He said it because there was nothing else to say that made any sense and by that look in her eyes she knew it. The two men knew it also. They had jump up from the table and waited, eyeing their half eaten breakfast. <br><br>“Fine,” Tsade said giving the two men a warning look about getting too comfortable.<br><br>He gave his mother a peck on the cheek. He could feel Lily near and that just ruffled another feather. Witnesses.&nbsp; He hadn’t counted on that.&nbsp; What had he been thinking last night when he offered to give her a guided tour. <br><br>“We’ll see you here for tea then?” Lady Beatrice asked as she placed her hand at his forearm and guided him to the door. <br><br>“Yes, tea time,” Tsade said lulled into going where he had originally wanted to go.<br><br>“Now no fussing about. Lily and I shall get along splendidly, so stop worrying so,” Lady Beatrice remarked.<br><br>“Lily?” Tsade said and looked for his blue shirt.<br><br>“We shall have a lovely breakfast while your off seeing to all the important things,” Lady Beatrice said as Tsade opened the door.<br><br>His look back to&nbsp; Lily a promise as he peered over his mothers head to the woman that had managed to twist him in knots he could not seem to undo this morning. <br><br>But he would.&nbsp; <br><br>Oh but he would.<br><br>“Later,” He said and stepped out to the hallway closing the door behind him.<br><br>Lady Beatrice turned and leaned against the door. Her smile brightened as she stepped to Lily and entwined her arm in the younger woman’s. <br><br>“We’ll have natter later,” Lady Beatrice remarked. “Let’s have a go at breakfast, shall we?” <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 06:10:25</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, oh dear</strong><br><br>No one could wind him up and unravel him like his mother. Lily actually felt bad for Tsade as she saw his expressions change when he was with his mother. Oh sure he thought no one could see the twitch his eye made when mother dear was there, but Lily did. <br><br>She watched the exchange silently between mother and son. Beatrice was sweet, but she just didn't fit in with his "plans". It was almost as if the world slipped off it's axis while she was around. <br><br>The dear girl snapped out of her own thoughts when she heard her name mentioned. Yes the tour, wonderful, the whole day with Mother and two goons Lily had never met before. <br><br>She sighed and smiled at him as he was leaving, dressed in his blue shirt. She would miss him terribly for the day, and would count the minutes to tea time. <br><br>Lily smiled at Beatrice as the woman stepped to her, "Oh ma'am everything smells delicious, thank you very much for all of this. Sir is truly blessed to have a mother who is such a wonderful cook." Lily sat down and took a helping and began to eat, her stomach rumbling low so no one could hear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 07:12:14</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice </strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice sat in the way that Queen Victoria and Catherine the Great held court. Lady Beatrice was in her element and now with Martial busy elsewhere she could conduct business as she saw fit.<br><br>Lady Beatrice simply blossomed. Her hand went to Lily’s. <br><br>“Lily dear, I’m sure you’ve met Mr. Humphrey Throckbottle lately of the Shallow Bottom on Avon Ballet Touring Company and Security Specialist 3rd Class Smytthe of the Earl’s personage,” Lady Beatrice said certain that Lily while in Martial’s company would have been introduced to everyone.<br><br>She knew her son’s tastes in young women and was relieved to find he had up scaled. Lily was a prize.<br><br>Throckbottle gave lily a grateful nod. She had been a stellar performer compared to what had followed. <br><br>“Charmed,” Throckbottle said and meant it.<br><br>It was Officer Smytthe who spoke next.<br><br>&nbsp;“Smytthe with two t’s. A pleasure I ain’t had yet, seein’s how I work the night shift an the lights out cages….Oye!”<br><br>&nbsp;Smytthe's remark cut short with a solid kick to the shin from under the table. He glowered and rubbed the rising bruise.<br><br>“Lets not bore the ladies with common chores Officer Smytthe,” Throckbottle said trying to save his job.&nbsp; ‘”After all we are on tour duty. Highlights! Highlights! Highlights!”<br><br>“Hmmm…”&nbsp; Smytthe grumbled. <br><br>“Gentlemen, where shall we go first?” Lady Beatrice asked tossing out the first bait. <br><br>The two men froze. Eyes beading over with mirrored images of Lady Beatrice as they stared without any clue what to say.&nbsp; It was exactly what her Ladyship hoped for.<br><br>“You’ll be escorting us won’t you,” Lady Beatrice said setting the hook.<br><br>“Yes maam,” they said at the same time.<br><br>Lady Beatrice with her angelic smile turned her attention to Lily.<br><br>&nbsp;“Since you shall be my tour guide what would you like to show me first, dear Lily? Perhaps your friends might like to join us? Tours are so much more fun in a group don‘t you think?” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 03:33:01</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>It took her by surprise at first to see nervous Nelly, she barely recognized him maybe because he wasn't , well, so nervous. Plus he was in a nice suit, and that threw her off as well. "Ah I am so sorry, you look so different today, so dapper. This look is nice on you." Lily gave him a nice pat on hand hoping she was forgiven for yesterday. <br><br>As for the other lummox, well he was nice too, but he was no Tsade. Lily missed him already. But sue had Beatrice and this was going to prove to be a fun day of touring. <br><br>"Ah ma'am, I do not know where my friends are, and they have different, um, schedules." It would have been nice to have Evie and Madi along, but she really had no idea what happened to them after their attempted jail break.<br><br>"Why don't we go to the dance studio? I mean we do have the man here himself, why not view his domain?" Lily would try to keep things simple and not let Lady Beatrice see too much of the facility and upset Tsade. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 04:18:13</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice - hide and seek</strong><br><br>Humphrey appreciated the pat of encouragement. Hard to get a compliment around here after the todo at the…<br><br>Dance studio? Did she just say dance studio?<br><br>“NO!!” Humphrey shouted when lily mentioned the dance studio.<br><br>Smytthe’s eyes widened in recognition. The maintenance crew would be at the room for a week or more. Bloody thing!<br><br>“Uhhh… maybe we, uh… her ladyship would like tah see our aquarium or maybe the music department first?” Smytthe said as an alternative.<br><br>Lady Beatrice looked from one man to the other. How she did love treasure hunting. She turned to Lily.<br><br>“Aquarium or music department first, dear lily?”<br><br>All eyes, two pair giving her the look of desperation, turned to the blue shirt and waited with painted breath for a reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 04:32:46</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, how bad was the damage?!</strong><br><br>She nearly jumped out of her seat when he shouted about the dance studio. How much did they rip apart that studio? She had really only seen the damage to the kitchen area, so she had no idea that the studio was damaged as well. <br><br>Then the option of the music department or the aquarium. Lily shuddered, the aquarium, no way. Not after what occurred when they had just arrived there. Lily had such bad memories of that place. <br><br>"Music department, that's probably the best choice." At least in the music department there would be no surprises and Lady Beatrice would be able to hear Lily sing. "Are we ready?" It was best not to keep Mother waiting after all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 05:21:48</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>The two men nodded their heads in bobble fashion. It was up and down and in sync. Lady Beatrice would have stared had it been the first time she had seen such reactions. Her two poodles did the same thing when watching flies hover about.<br><br>“Excellent idea, lily,” Lady Beatrice remarked as she held out her plate.<br><br>“Would you two gentlemen rinse the dishes and place them in the drain while I collect my purse?” She asked.<br><br>There was something about the woman that had the two men worried. Humphrey couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Smytthe chalked it up to ‘Personage’. Both almost crashed into each other racing to clear the table.<br><br>“Can you help me for a moment Lily,” Lady Beatrice beamed over her shoulder as she stepped towards the hallway.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 05:47:21</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She nearly lost it when she heard Lady Beatrice tell them to wash the dishes. She had to cover her mouth to stifle the laughter as she watched their reactions. Mr. Fancy Pants was in a panic once more. Yep, that was the man she knew. <br><br>Lady Beatrice could send everyone in a tizzy like no other. It absolutely amused Lily to no end, one woman had already taken down three men right in front of the girl, and she loved it. It looked like an Abbott and Costello skit as the two shuffled dishes around to get them to the sink. <br><br>"Of course ma'am, help with your things, no problem." Lily was snickering as she walked along, ready to see what the woman had up her sleeve next. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 19:32:16</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice linked arms with Lily as she walked to the guest room.&nbsp; Whatever sterile congenial room it had once been was now transformed to warm and welcoming.&nbsp; It was complete with the rocker and foot stool from the front room. <br><br>“I find men fascinating don’t you,” She said as she placed the piece of luggage she called a handbag on the bed. <br><br>The apron off, she reached for one particular hat box among the several as if she had planned to stay for a while. She stood before the mirror with the stunning Belfry Getaway Raffia in her hands. A bonnet style that had sheik and elegant written all over it. She spoke of her plans as she placed it on her head.<br>&nbsp;“I should imagine you’ve seen his wardrobe. Shocking really.” Lady Beatrice said as she turned back to the bed and her purse.<br><br>“Not a decent tie in the lot,” she said with a click of her tongue.<br><br>She slung the purse straps over one shoulder and held out her hand to Lily.<br><br>“I should imagine they are finished,” She commented about the men in cleaning up.<br><br>“Let’s go collect our escorts shall we?” Her eyes glistening with mischief. <br><br>“Do you sing then?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 23:05:55</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice dressed like nothing Lily had never seen. She was her own fashion capital and Lily found her fascinating. <br><br>"Men can be odd at times it's true, but as for his ties, well, I kinda like them." She flashed a smile at the woman as they could hear the clinking and clanking from the other room. <br><br>When Beatrice took Lily's hand, Lily tugged at her. "Tell me, tell me how you get them to practically fall at your feet. I've never seen anyone like you in my life. You're amazing. It's like they fall like dominoes when you talk." She had to know, was it charm or some other secret the woman possessed to make all the men she met fawn at her feet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 02:05:13</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice </strong><br><br>Was that the sound of breaking glass, Beatrice wondered. It was the tug of her hand not the glass tragedy that had her stopped.&nbsp; <br><br>Lady Beatrice looked deep into the eyes of the girl she turned to, expecting to see some sign of sarcasm or underlying cruelty and found instead Lily.&nbsp; Open, honest and as sincere a girl as ever Beatrice had met in years. <br><br>Oh, dear, she thought as she heard lily speak.<br><br>Bitter sweet memories of a youthful past swept into her eyes briefly as she remember her own question to another woman. This time the reply would be as open and honest as the question she was asked.<br><br>“I was not always as you see me. I can learn and so shall you,” Lady Beatrice said as though she had made up her mind.<br><br>And she had.<br><br>With and squeeze and a hug, Lady Beatrice looked to the kitchen.<br><br>“We should push onward if for no other reason then to leave enough plates intact to eat from when we return.” <br><br>Lady Beatrice was off. Her smile turned to the men as she and Lily flashed past the kitchen.<br><br>“Ready gentlemen!” She called as she reached the door.<br><br>There was a flurry of activity behind her. The kitchen erupted like a volcano dumping two men on either side of the small band of women. It was Smytthe who opened the door.<br><br>He spoke in gulps, quite out of breath. “We’ve got tah pick up ..erh.. People. They’re goin our way.”<br><br>“Oh how very nice,” Lady Beatrice said as she kept Lily beside her and stepped into the corridor. <br><br>Both men turn right while Lady Beatrice turned left.&nbsp; &nbsp;The two men exchanged looks of surprise and ran to join the Lady and the… uh.. Girl.<br><br>“Helllooo!!&nbsp; Lefttenant Penney!!”&nbsp; Lady Beatrice sang out in a melodic soprano. She waved a hanky in&nbsp; his direction.<br><br>“So good to see you, again!&nbsp; Will you be coming along on the tour as well then?” <br><br>Shift Leader Penney remembered Lady Beatrice and stifled a groan. <br><br>“Sorry, Lady Tsade, unfortunately duty calls,” the Shift leader reported motioning the small tour past all of the check points without so much as a second look at the purse.<br><br>“Perhaps another time,” Lady Beatrice said whimsically as they did what even Tsade himself could not do.&nbsp; <br><br>The tour went right past the check point as if it was not even there. Those at the check point breathed a sigh of relief. All baggage was to be check thru to include purses and wallets.<br><br>Security swore Lady Beatrice’s purse was an abyss.&nbsp; A portal to another world where everything missing wound up. <br><br>It had taken two hours to go thru every item in Lady Beatrice’s purse the last time. She had so much stuff they had to get a small hand cart to carry the purse and the contents down the hall because they couldn’t fit everything back inside.<br><br>So they were only too happy to see her go. <br><br>“Elevator’s gentlemen,” Lady Beatrice announce. <br><br>The two escorts ran ahead. Smytthe reached the elevators first and frantically pushed the down button. <br><br>‘I do love a good tour! Have you met the music director Lily?” Lady Beatrice said as she entered the lift.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 16:27:50</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She felt a bit deflated when Lady B didn't tell her everything. How was she to learn when she was the one that was being trained? How would she ever be like Lady B, independent and oh so over the top, when that life was not really destined for her? Lily sighed and followed along behind the woman. <br><br>Once again she had to hold back laughter as Tornado Beatrice snapped the men into line to begin the tour. Lily loved how Lady B never followed the rules, followed her own drummer. The men went left, she went right, it was so comical to watch. She knew how to just wind them all up and watch them topple down. <br><br>No security check, interesting, this woman could probably get through a wall of steel if need be. As they entered the elevator, Lily looked to Beatrice, "Yes I have met the music director, he liked my singing so I guess that's a good thing. I was a bit shy at first so that was a detractor." Her eyes went to the floor as she remembered the disappointment she caused on her first day, and hoped this time would be much better. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 19:59:28</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice </strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice notice the look of disappointment and gave Lily a reassuring squeeze of the hand. The two men facing to the door like gargoyles on two corners of a building. <br><br>What Lily told her was shocking. She turned fully to the girl. <br><br>“Mr. Fritz approved? That is quite a feat dear girl. You must tell me all the details.” Lady Beatrice insisted as the elevator stopped on the bottom floor.<br><br>The two men stepped out first. Smytthe was learning to adjust to lady Beatrice style of touring in which she abandoned her escorts.&nbsp; He hated that, especially here in the training level.&nbsp; <br><br>It was then he had an epiphany.&nbsp; But by the time he realized he had taken Lady Beatrice to the bowels of the training facility just after breakfast it was too late.&nbsp; This was probably not something Lady Beatrice should be touring. <br><br>&nbsp;He hadn’t stopped to think. He hadn’t been paid to think, only to do and he did as he was told. They stood outside the lift as the last&nbsp; of those sluts were taken to parts unknown by their trainers.&nbsp; He could smell the salty sea of the aquarium when he took the next breath. <br><br>What the hell was Smytthe thinking, Throckbottle though as he stepped into a corridor of naked women led in chains by their trainers. Panic rumbled in his full belly as he turned to stop Lady Beatrice from exiting the lift.<br><br>Too late. <br><br>Lady Beatrice linked arms with Lily and smiled encouragement.&nbsp; “Do go on dear girl, tell me about however in the world you pleased that miserable old owl.”<br><br>Smytthe turned as Lady Beatrice stared at a girl disappearing around the corner. He saw the squint of her brows pull together as if she were about to protest.<br><br>“Why is that young woman naked?” Lady Beatrice asked without moving.<br><br>It was a moment that wound out into forever as the lady turned glowing hot stare toward Smytthe.&nbsp; Everything after that seemed to go into slow motion. His mind was racing for those bits of plausible deniability that had earned him officer of the month two months running.<br><br>“Swimming your Ladyship,” Smytthe replied as the world race to catch up.<br><br>“Naked?” <br><br>“Olympics trials coming up.&nbsp; Best speed.”<br><br>“But naked?”<br><br>“No encumbrances, can’t blame a loose strap for slowing you down excuse around here,” Smytthe said and nudged Throckbottle with an elbow.<br><br>Throckbottle completely taken aback now jerked started, “Right! Athletic bunch these girls, ladyship! Olympic caliber. There's so many to choose from, that's why bare to the frothy sea is the only way to select the superior from the best of the best.”<br><br>Smytthe stepped between lady Beatrice and the corner then pointed in the opposite direction toward the cages.<br><br>“Mr. Tsade runs a tight schedule your ladyship, if we could pick up the ss…several girls then off to the music department?”<br><br>Lady Beatrice stood stiffly for a moment. Her eyes narrowed as she bore a hole into Smytthe’s forehead. For a moment it might have smelt like bacon cooking. <br><br>But only for a moment.&nbsp; The edges of her lips slowly curled into a dignified smile. Her eyes soften but had a different glint. It was that keen look that Tsade wore when he had marked a target before pulling the verbal trigger.<br><br>“Capital idea, Officer Smytthe, sally forth and we shall follow,” Lady Beatrice encouraged as she pulled Lily to her side and held her hand for dear life while she clutched her handbag with the other.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 20:37:47</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - oh no, hell to pay later</strong><br><br>The girl spoke softly to Lady B, "How did I impress him? I just sang. Guess he liked what he heard." Lily wasn't one to brag and just kept it at that. <br><br>As the lift doors opened and they stepped out, Lily wanted to slap her hand to her forehead. Ph no, this was not good, not good as all as she looked on in horror at Lady B's face. Then the twisted look of Smytthe trying to explain the chain of naked girls. All Lily could think of was how they were all in trouble later when HE found out what happened.&nbsp; Even Lily knew the swimming excuse was a weak one. She knew the whole day was going to be down hill from there. <br><br>Then the look, oh no, she knew that look, she had gotten it from Tsade before. they were all doomed, the apocalypse was coming and there was nothing the three of them could do to stop it.&nbsp; Even as Lady B pulled Lily to continue, Lily knew she would have to start writing her own eulogy tonight when he found out what had happened. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 23:33:02</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice -- Private Cages</strong><br><br>And they were off once again.&nbsp; Smytthe in the lead as fast as Lady Beatrice could walk. It wasn’t fast enough. She stopped at every blinking corner. Peered and poked and had a fine look at everything as they went along. <br><br>Humphrey hand his fingers buried deep in one trouser pocket frantically stroking his lucky rabbit’s foot. They had just past the over head sign of the cages. He was glad it had been turned off and blended in nicely with the archway.&nbsp; But he knew it was there.<br><br>Cages lined one side of the corridor and doors with locks lined the other. Empty cages, which was a relief to Throckbottle as he watched Smytthe almost leap out ahead and take off on a dead run.&nbsp; He followed the man with eyes wide as Smytthe shrank to dwarf size from the distance he was to the rest of the tour. <br><br>It was then that Humphrey realized Security was heading for the private cages. His stomach knotted. He pulled out the rabbit’s foot and bits of fur floated out of his pocket. The sodden thing looked mangy with clumps of fur missing where his thumb had rubbed. He shoved it back in his pocket and considered the brown lunch bag in his back pocket. <br><br>Impending doom approaching even as he stopped suddenly. He turned to see why and realized he had been keeping in step with Lady Beatrice, as had Lily.<br><br>Lady Beatrice had seen the cages, watched Security dash off ahead. She grabbed lily and stopped abruptly. Reaching into her purse and she removed one white glove.<br><br>She cleared her throat as she slipped the glove on her hand.&nbsp; This place required a thorough inspection of the strictest kind.<br><br><br>Once satisfied that she was quite prepared to perform such an inspection she took that next step. Bringing Lily with her as she made her way toward Security Officer Smytthe destination. She was a force about to be reckoned with.<br><br>“PpPsssstt!”<br><br>“Pppsssssttt!!”<br><br>“Oye!!”<br><br>“A-you!!!&nbsp; &nbsp;Snake people!” Smytthe Security Officer whispered in hushed tones with one eye on the slow approaching thunder storm.<br><br><br>“Wake up, but not the friggin snake!” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 01:40:17</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, oh god, oh god, oh god!</strong><br><br>Things were going from bad to worse, this is what happens when you send a novice to do a professionals work. Lily knew the whole day would turn out to be a fiasco and she was quickly being proved right. The panic and urgency as security went dashing off like an Olympic runner. Cages. Great, not only would Tsade punish her later for this, he would probably release her, send her off to some other random trainer and she would never see him again. <br><br>Lily stopped and watched Lady B put on the gloves and she felt as nervous Mr. Twinkle Toes did. This was it, it was all over as Lily began to feel sick to her stomach. Her mind began to race, yes fake she got sick from breakfast and wasn't feeling well, it impaired her dislodgement. Maybe that would work. Nah he would see right through it. She was so deep in her thoughts she never even heard the comment about the snake. She was scared of punishment and never even realized just who they were going to bring with them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 07:03:22</strong>
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				<strong>Realm of the snake people</strong><br><br>The blanket covered bundle moved and groaned.&nbsp; It was warm in the blanket, warm and cosy and the two girls were snuggled up tightly together.<br><br>"Fuck off and leave us to 'leep" a voice said.&nbsp; It was a very sleepy voice, thick and groggy.&nbsp; Evie peered over the top of the blanket, blinking at those who stood there.&nbsp; Jethro hissed, Evie kicked out, "shut up Fang" she growled, rubbing her eyes.<br><br>The first person she saw was Throckbottle.&nbsp; An evil grin spread across her face and she nudged Madi, "wake up Madi, ole Brokenbottle is here to see us" she said, her tone full of contempt for the man.&nbsp; "Do'ya reckon he's got a brown paper bag somewhere on him?" she asked Madi.&nbsp; then she saw Lily and squealed, "well fuck me backwards, Madi, it's Lily." She screamed, crawling to the front of her cage, her naked body a mass of bruises and cuts.&nbsp; <br><br>She was certainly an interesting addition to the tour...<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 19:03:23</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ still not the boss of me</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The only part of Madi to be seen when the man began to wake the girls from their slumber was a single digit raised from somewhere under the blanket in a silent shove off. Jethro's hiss had gone from frightening to reassuring, with him no one would touch them while they remained in the cage. "Th'bag's probably somewhere up his ass with that damn stick. Swear he needs a lay and soon before he just snaps in half," Madison replied to Evie grumpily. As uncomfortable as it was to sleep in a cage she was content to sleep in and heal. The hellcat in her was begging to be unleashed and she was in no mood to be disturbed or pulled from the warmth. Then she heard it. "Wait. Lily? From school? You're talking about duck girl right?" she asked, sitting up with the blanket pulled tightly around her body. There was no reason for the girl to see her marked body, or the discolored, swollen mass that once resembled an ankle. Evie was more than enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 02:19:04</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>“Ssshhhh!” Smytthe exclaimed .<br><br>The key in the lock but Smytthe hesitated. The snake was lurking about and all the business with the blanket who knows where it got off to. <br><br>There was a groan beside him. Smytthe looked over to see the pale face of Throckbottle.&nbsp; His brows were pinched as though an enima had begun to give his bowels a nudge.<br><br>“Does everyone know these two but me?” Smytthe asked in a whisper.<br><br>“Count yourself among the fortunate,” Humphrey mumbled.<br><br>Smytthe glanced down the line of cages to see how much time he had before the approaching storm arrived. The answer was not long at all. In fact it was too late.<br><br>Lady Beatrice was there and Lily beside her as she looked from the two men. She peered in the cage and saw two young women, a blanket, a burlap bag, and a snake.&nbsp; She sized up the two men. She stare hard at the key in the lock.&nbsp; Her voice just on the threshold of a threat. <br><br>“Is there a problem with the key?”<br><br>Smytthe threw himself against the bars. His voice a choked screech, “There’s ah frickin snake inside!”<br><br>&nbsp;Lady Beatrice gave a look. The kind with one raised eye brow. The piercing kind that turned Vampires into ashes. <br><br>“Yes, a worried Cobra. Very popular in Ragmapour at the Temple of Earth Gods.&nbsp; There are also a few monkeys.&nbsp; This place bares a remarkable resemblance in some respect to that part of the world.”<br><br>“Out of my way young man,”&nbsp; Lady Beatrice demanded with her white gloves and hand bag.<br><br>“Butttt..” Smytthe began but it was too late.<br><br>The lock went click.&nbsp; Jethro hissed and danced up and down in snake distress. Lady Beatrice pulled at the cage door.&nbsp; Her voice a snap of a whip.<br><br>“Off with your shirts gentlemen,” she barked then softly to lily. “Would you be so kind as to collect them from our escorts dear Lily?”<br><br>Then Lady Beatrice turned her attention to the occupants in the cage. She spoke to the girls.<br><br>“Hello lovies!&nbsp; I am Beatrice Tsade, Lady Beatrice and who might you and your forked tongue friend be?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 03:18:16</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- trouble X 2</strong><br><br>She turned her head quickly at Evie's voice then Madi's, she had found them! A smile went wide across her face, but didn't have time to talk yet as Lady B took control of the entire situation again. <br><br>These men were a bunch of cowards compared to the bold woman that ordered their shirts off. Lily had to giggle on e more as the pair handed her their shirts. "Ma'am, here, the shirts." She was so excited to see her friends, Lily was about to grab those girls and bug them, then realized that damn snake was there. <br><br>Once the girls made it out of the cage, she grabbed both of them and hugged them tight. "Oh god I missed you girls." Then she smacked them both in the arm, "You guys made a mess, almost destroyed the place." Then she hugged them again, "But I missed you so damn much. Are you girls ok? Madi what is that smell?" Lily just held them and didn't care who was there watching her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 03:40:28</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ just getting started</strong>&nbsp; Madison glared at Smytthe and slowly edged forward to get a better look at what was happening, "Don't you shush me you damn goon. Who you trying to keep secrets from, huh?" This of course didn't need an answer, the only unfamiliar face aside from the security was that of the woman with Lily whom she could only assume was someone who knew very little about what went on at the facility. "Y'know if you play a little music and dance real pretty Fang here just might calm down. Worked pretty well right before Apeman and Raghead kidnapped us from our school." Madi grinned at the fool and then a kiss to ole Bottleneck, "You know you missed us!" There was a click and after some careful manuevering on Lady Beatrice's part as well as her own she was outside the cage, blanket pulled around her with half held open in case Evie wanted to stay warm. "It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Tsade, my name is Madison but you can call me Madi," (to be continued)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 03:50:15</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~continued</strong> After a quick nod and sweet smile to the lady Madi limped over to her friend, everything about the ankle was still tender. Rubbing where Lily had hit she smirked and returned the friendly hug. "We were only trying to have a little fun! Besides we were starved and went in search of some food," her tone was innocent, contradictory to the mischievious glimmer in her eyes. "We thought you were long gone or lunch meat for the goons here. What have you been doing? Obviously not in as much trouble as us." For now it was like the others didn't exist. It was girl time and they definitely needed to catch up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 04:54:04</strong>
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				<strong>Who's the Queen?&nbsp; Evie</strong><br><br>Evie looked at the woman who spoke.&nbsp; She obviously had breeding and class.&nbsp; What the hell was she doing in a fucking place like this? She wondered, watching as she ordered the men about, it was fun to see her run rings around them.&nbsp; Ole Brokenbottle looked like he was about ready to hav eone of his fits.&nbsp; She wondered how long it might take the two of them to push him over the edge.&nbsp; It was always fun to see someone off balance.<br><br>The cage was opened, the snake hissing somewhere.&nbsp; Evie ignore him.&nbsp; He probably didn't have any venom anyway, like most men in this facility the threat was there but nothing to back it up!! She crawled out, wincing as she stood, kicking the door to the cage shut.&nbsp; <br><br>"Leave ole fang there, Ape will be back for him before long.&nbsp; He can guard the Raghead's ill gotten gains." Evie said as she looked from the woman who introduced herself as Lady Beatrice.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Awwww Lily, dont you start beating up on me, I'm fed up with being used as a punch bag" she said, then she pulled the girl into her arms and kissed her, "its good to see you.&nbsp; Glad you're looking well." She said, noticing Lily looked fit, healthy and there wasn't a bruise in sight.&nbsp; She must of got lucky.&nbsp; <br><br>Evie turned to the Lady then, "thanks for getting us out your Highness, I'm Evie." She said, not sure if&nbsp; she should curtsy or bow.&nbsp; "Excuse the nakedness, these bastards won't let us have clothes" she said, wrapping the half of the blanket Madi offered around herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 01:08:31</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She had missed them so much, she knew that they were together and alright, but until now, they had no clue where she had been. <br><br>"Sorry Evie, didn't mean to smack you that hard. Are you girls ok? God Madi, what happened, is your ankle ok?" She felt horrible, she was in the lap of luxury, while her two friends were sleeping in a cage. Guilt took over at that point. "I've been ok, you know learning new things."<br><br>She then shied back away almost behind Lady B not wanting Madi or Evie to think she had it easier than them. Which she did, and she didn't want to rub it in. Instead she became that shrinking violet once more around them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 07:56:39</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Beatrice, the Lady of Tsade was not quite done with the bare chested lads before her. She held their attention as tightly as any Regimental Sergeant Major. <br><br>“Gentlemen, I assume you will be continuing the tour properly dressed in fresh shirts. As for the young women, one requires assistance walking, I am sure a cane or pair of crutches can be found in the facility. I am positive your supervisor will be pleased to know you both stepped to the challenge and showed great valor. ”<br><br>“We could not continue the tour without you.” Lady Beatrice said by way of dismissal.<br><br>It was a stunned moment of silence. Both men froze as if trying to decipher the level of danger involved in the tasks she had given them. It took another moment and her last reassurance before they launching themselves into action. Elbows and shoe soles pounding the air as they both raced off in opposite directions out of the hallway of cages.<br><br>Her attention was once again drawn back to the three girls. Lily’s reaction was normal under the circumstances but not helpful. <br><br>Could there be any more forthright admission of guilt than those of a survivor who seemed unscaved while two friends who’s recent history told the tale of suffering. It was Lady Beatrice who placed a gentle hand in the middle of Lily’s back to keep her from retreating further.<br><br>It was time for the girl to learn how to endure and rise above her own insecurities for the good of others. A gentle smile of encouragement accompanied Lady Beatrice stalwart directions.<br><br>“Lily, the past can never be changed. But the future is always one good choice after another. Do you think your Madi and Evie would like to cover up with the shirts in your hand?”<br><br>“We are on a tight schedule my lovies,” Lady Beatrice said to all three, hinting at something that had nothing to do with a Facility Tour. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 16:04:49</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>Lady B always and a way of keeping Lily on track with things. After Frick and frack scampered away for crutches and new shirts, Lily stepped forward. <br><br>"Here you go girls, two very nice shirts. Better than nothing at all." Lily smiled at Lady B, she admired her so much. She gave Lily the confidence she needed. <br><br>"Ma'am we are a bit early still, what do you have up your sleeve?" Lily knew the woman was up to something, she just hadn't figured out what yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 20:22:10</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ A woman after my own heart</strong> Taking a sniff at her skin and a glance down at her ankle Madisone grinned, "My ankle was just was twisted during the escape from the brawl in the dance studio after Raggy had me loot their pockets. The stench was from a dive into a water treatment tank to retrieve said loot after I had flushed it down the toilet when he demanded I make him shish kabobs and tea. But don't worry he was considerate enough to hose me down. With a fire hose." Seeing Lily's reaction made her bite her lip, though nothing in Madi's tone held malice. In fact it was a bit comical. Taking the shirt from her friend she watched frick and frack disappear and then slid it on, "How do you do that miss? I mean these guys normally act like they're on top of the world, well not Throttlebock but he's questionable." She looked on in amazement before buttoning herself up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 19:22:07</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - a woman with power..about bloody time!!!</strong><br><br>Finally here was someone Evie could look up too and admire.&nbsp; A woman who had men scampering away almost in fear.&nbsp; It was about fucking time a female showed such power here.&nbsp; Evie had no idea what this mystery woman was doing here, or even who she was.&nbsp; But she was obviously someone with some clout, someone to be friends with....VERY GOOD friends.<br><br>She didnt miss the way Lily suddenly seemed to ooze guilt and remorse, it couldnt be helped, she had obviously fallen on her feet with whoever she had ended up with.&nbsp; Madi was still looking pale, and there was a definite aroma about her.&nbsp; A shower...they needed a shower...especially Madi.<br><br>"Lady Tsade, thank you for getting us out of that cage, it was getting a bit cramped.&nbsp; Its obvious you're on a tight schedule here but Madi here could really do with a decent shower and I could murder a coffee." She looked at the woman, and the two girls and sighed, taking the shirt, "thanks," she said slipping it on, wincing as she moved her arm and the area around her ribs yelled in stiff pain.&nbsp; "I'm guessing theres no pain meds handy?" she asked, glancing at Madi, she was sure the girl must be in pain.&nbsp; She certainly was.&nbsp; But this new woman intrigued her, who was she? and why did she have so much power in a facility where men where the supreme (or so they thought) beings?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 20:26:55</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>There was no answer to all their question. There was only a discriminating look that took them all in. A look that saw beneath the edge of fear and the pain right down to the core of each young woman that waited for an answer. Answers took time. Time they would have more of once they were on the move.<br><br>“Lily and Evie would you be so kind as to assist Madi…Madi am I rightt? Madi to walk. I shall explain everything once we’re in the Limo. Unless you wish to remain here?”
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 23:32:31</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ A way out?</strong> "Ape took yours I s'pose? Mine are with Rags, though it doesn't hurt much until I put pressure on it," Madi explained remorsefully, realizing just how much pain her friend was in. The Lady's words sparked a glimmer of hope for the captive which faded just as quickly as she steeled herself. Getting her hopes up would do no good. For all Madison knew this Tsade woman was going to take them somewhere far worse or torture them somewhere before returning the three girls back to the facility. Of course the more probbale outcome was that someone would see the three women in men's shirts with a fully dressed woman and question where they were going before detaining them. No, Madison wouldn't allow herself to be overcome with hope until it was real, but did she want to be free? "The limo sounds fine, and yes, Madi is fine. May I ask where we are going?" she inquired, peering up through her eyelashes to this strange new person who reigned supreme.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 06:59:43</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, What?</strong><br><br>She was ready to help Madi walk when Lady B mentioned a limo and a chance to leave. She looked at the other girls, Madi being sensible and asking just where they were heading. Then Lily chimed in, "Ma'am, you know how I feel about your son, I adore and admire you, but when you get Madi and Evie in the limo, that is where I will take leave of you." <br><br>She couldn't believe she was saying it, that she wanted to stay, but she was his now, she was wearing his shirt, her heart and soul was his. Lily bit her lip and hoped the woman and her friends would understand. This is where she belonged now, and this is where she was going to stay. 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 16:01:55</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - well fuck me backwards they dont wanna go....</strong><br><br>The frown that appeared on Evie's forehead was a deep crease, her eyes almost narrowing as she listened and put together what was happening in front of her.&nbsp; They were being offered freedom.&nbsp; And they didnt want to go.&nbsp; She looked from Lily to Madi and then to Lady B.<br><br>"Let me get this straight.&nbsp; You are offering to get us away from here?&nbsp; For how long?&nbsp; I can't see you stealing us three away from here, and its obvious your son is rather highly placed in the pecking order here, if you take his favourite toy surely he wont be that happy with you?" She asked.&nbsp; Something didnt make sense.<br><br>"What I want to know is are you offering to get us out of here for good or just for today? Because I would love to leave this place and never look back, but these two idiots seem to want to stay." She looked once more at Lily and Madi.&nbsp; Evie seemed to be the worst marked, but it wasnt all from Ape, most had come from the fight yesterday.<br><br>"I have to admit I have had enough of cages and hard floors." Not to mention the way Ape fucked her.&nbsp; Would he miss her if she wasnt here?
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 16:21:53</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ That's not what I said</strong> "You seriously think I don't want out of this place? What the hell did I say that even suggested that? I merely inquired as to where we would be going. You think I like getting thrashed because the damn Arab doesn't speak English, forced to have sex when he wants it, or whipped then double fucked by him and his brother Camel? Hell no! I just want to know if where I'm going. Is that so wrong?" Madison looked at Evie, her eyes showing a mix of sadness, desperation, and frustration. She had already been forced from one bad situation to another and then another, each progressively worse and preferred to avoid anything worse than this. She was on the verge of breaking.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 16:51:13</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice never lost her smile or the twinkle in her eyes as she listened to each girl speak. There was concern about leaving but nothing about getting caught. It was like that sometimes when love was hard to explain.<br><br>“Now, now girls. Everyone is so tense. It is exactly the reason we must take our leave and stretch out."<br><br>"We, are going shopping.&nbsp; My treat.” Lady Beatrice said and stepped between Madi and Evie with a hug for both.<br><br>She motioned for Lily to give Madi a hand walking. Her arms linked with Madi and Evie she slowly began to move the clutch of women forward.<br><br>“A day away from Martial will do even him the world of good. Especially when you and I return Lily with a few special treats for him.”<br><br>“Do not worry my Lovelies,” Lady Beatrice said to Madi and Evie, “I happen to know Chief Justice Lord Philips of Worth Matravers.&nbsp; Delightful chap, bright as a new half pence he is. A legal battleship.&nbsp; &nbsp;After a brief chat with him I should think you two young women could buy a nice size continent somewhere.”<br><br>“Now let us have a bit of a lark.” <br><br>“I’m thinking Day Spa, first stop.” Lady Beatrice said as she moved the group past the cages towards the garage exit.<br><br>Lady Beatrice squeeze Madi’s&nbsp; and Evie hands. She had a wink for Lily.<br><br>“Is anyone allergic to avocado, cucumbers or Pina Coladas?” 
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 18:23:06</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - Shopping, really?</strong><br><br>Oh Lily knew that she was going to be in for it when they returned, Sir was going to be beyond livid. Lily closed her eyes and stepped to Madi, propping the girl up as they walked. She could already feel her stomach churning at the thought of returning after their little "adventure". Still, as she learned, you don't say no to Lady B, no matter what. <br><br>She walked with the others and smiled sweetly, it was sure to be an interesting day, both during and after the little spa and shopping trip. "I'm not allergic to any of those ma'am." She spoke softly following Hurricane Beatrice to the limo.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 20:04:45</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - a day spa? shopping? Now I feel like Cinderella...where's Prince Charming?</strong><br><br>Evie frowned at Madi and turned from her, everyone was tense, the past couple of days had been like a nightmare.&nbsp; She would love to have a soft bed, a long soak and a huge steak that oozed blood and juices all over the plate.&nbsp; She tensed when Lady B hugged her, she had never been all that touchy feely.&nbsp; But Lady B seemed to have some power, if she could give them a day of rest and relaxation, it would do them all good.&nbsp; It was damn fine to see Lily again, that was for sure.<br><br>"I could certainly down a few pina coladas.&nbsp; Never been to a spa, my hair is a mess, it could certainly do with a treatment.&nbsp; Not to mention my nails." She held her hand up and grinned, her nails were a real mess, a manicurists nightmare.<br><br>"So, any chance of a night at the Ritz my Lady?" she asked cheekily...
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 22:40:20</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ A day spa for what?</strong>&nbsp; What was the point? They would be brought back to have everything taken away and all the beautifying destroyed in no time with these brutes. Well at least she and Evie would have it for naught. Madison shrugged and turned her focus elsewhere, following Lady B to whereever they were destined to go. "No allergies here ma'am," she mumbled, leaning slightly on Lily as they moved. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 20:04:39</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice -&nbsp; the Other Tour</strong><br><br>“Wonderful!” Lady Beatrice proclaimed as she put her hands on the push bar of the emergency exit. “I’m afraid The Ritz was last season, dear girl.”<br><br>“Now Lovies, this is our que. Do make an effort to look frightened,” Lady Beatrice instructed as she gave it a hard shove.<br><br>Fire alarms in the whole building screamed for attention as the heavy double door swung open. The parking garage was filling up. It was then Lady Beatrice used her vocal talents.&nbsp; An opera Primadonna&nbsp; would weep with envy at the power and pure pitch of her voice. <br><br>“HHHHEEELLLLPPP!!!!&nbsp; &nbsp;SSSAAAVVVEEEE&nbsp; TTTTHHHHHEEEE WWWWWOOOMMMMEEEENNN AND TTTRRROOOOPPPPIIIICCAAALLL FFFIIIISSSHHHH!!”<br><br>For added effect Lady Beatrice placed the back of her hand on her forehead as if she might swoon. It was just the right moment. Heads turned. Men rushed toward the open door and the clutch of women exiting quickly from the building. Pandemonium reigned supreme as those coming on shift raced over.<br><br>They saw two women in men’s shirts holding up a third between them. Obviously these were special handle sluts who belonged to the top executes. The older woman with them was taking charge and directing assistance toward those who had yet to be evacuated. The training bag on one shoulder left no question in anyone‘s mind, the woman was a female trainer.&nbsp; <br><br>The horde converged on the women. Lady Beatrice stepped to the first and began shouting instructions.<br><br>“You young man!&nbsp; Keep an eye on the door.”<br><br>“Yes, ma’am.”<br>“You, man the fire hose!”<br><br>“Yes, ma’am.”<br><br>“You, take your team and rescue the rest!”<br><br>“Yes, ma’am.”<br><br>“I shall see to these,” Lady Beatrice insisted.<br><br>From somewhere in the mob there was that one voice of reason.&nbsp; Wasn’t there always.<br><br>“HEY wait a minute!”&nbsp; <br><br>The crowd stalled.&nbsp; Lady Beatrice turned that look that punched holes in steel girders directly on the forehead of the man speaking. <br><br>“Yes.”<br><br>“Well, uh… Where do you want we should take ’em?” <br><br>“Two kilometers North off the Ole Dairy Barn Lane as quickly as possible!&nbsp; I shall have people waiting! Hurry! ” Lady Beatrice said with that tone of calamity prevented.<br><br>“RIGHT!!” <br><br>One word was all it took to move the crowd. Panicked cattle in a thunder storm did not bolt and race off as fast as these men. They ran each other over trying to pack into the door way at about the same time.<br><br>Lady Beatrice spotted the long black sedan serpentine towards them.&nbsp; She looked back with a reassuring smile to the young women.<br><br>“Our chariot await, quickly now!”&nbsp; She said cheerfully as the sea of men parted to let them pass unhindered.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 18:58:20</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, still amazed by Lady B </strong><br><br>The woman had more tricks up her sleeve than Houdini himself. Lily actually had to keep her head down to stop from laughing as Lady B made a spectacle of herself. It was always something grand and over the top with the woman and Lily loved every second of it. <br><br>She just wanted to keep Madi and Evie moving along, best not to ask questions until they reached the limo. Once that car was in sight, Lily picked up the pace, trying not to let the guards see her face as she was almost beet red with laughter. She helped Madi in the car and slid in herself, always still impressed how Lady B could command a situation and get away with just about anything. 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 20:41:12</strong>
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				<strong>Evie, damn I love you Lady B</strong><br><br>If ever there was a woman to look up too she was here, standing in front of Evie.&nbsp; The woman knew exactly how to play the men, and that tickled her.&nbsp; She followed Lily, her head drooping forward, trying not to laugh.&nbsp; She walked across to the Limo.&nbsp; <br><br>A FUCKING LIMO....she had never been in a Limo before.&nbsp; Well this might only be one day, but fuck it was gonna be a day to remember.<br><br>She slipped into the cool interior, glad to be wearing the shirt, it made a change to have something covering her body.&nbsp; She looked at lady B, eyes wide, "Right Mrs Lady B, what exactly are you up too?&nbsp; I know a player when I see one, and I reckon that right now I'm with a Mastermind of one" she asked, her eyes dancing her voice relaxed.&nbsp; <br><br>Damn, what a woman..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 00:17:52</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ What an act!</strong>&nbsp; Exiting the building no one would think to question Madi, the loud ringing of the emergency exit enough to startle her as they moved out the building. Her face paled when approached by security and other men from all directions. She could not get to the limo fast enough and by the time they had at last made it into the luxury car she was bursting out in laughter. "That was priceless Lady B. Wonder what they will all think when they have evacuated and it find out it was a rouse."
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 02:06:48</strong>
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				<strong>Meanwhile back at the Facility in the Infirmary</strong><br><br>“AAYYYIIEEEE!!! You’re tearin my fuckin heart out!” Vern bellowed as the doctor began to sew the gaping wound that was his ass.<br><br>“Does this hurt?” the Practitioner who had worked on the girls asked gleefully as he stuck his gloved finger into the wound.<br><br>“YOUOOUOO BBBBiIItttCCCHHHH!!” The patient howled before passing out draped over the exam table.<br><br>There was silence in the room.&nbsp; A hacking cough came from somewhere nearby.<br><br>“Maybe I am coming back tomorrow when you am in better mood,” the voice of Moussad announced followed immediately by a very low growl.<br><br>“Well if you want to. But tomorrow you’ll have green puss in those wounds and you won’t be able to walk. So suite yourself.” The Doctor said as he rammed the needle into flesh and pulled it out to set the stitch.<br><br>“Okay, okay. You fix of me today,” Moussad said as he winced each time the unconscious Vern was jabbed.<br><br>“Fine but I don’t do dogs.&nbsp; My medical won’t cover any dog bites for 90 days. So, you’ll have to get it to turn loose of your butt all by yourself,” the doctor explained calmly. <br><br>Moussad was about to reply when the fire alarms screamed.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 02:11:56</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice - Onward</strong><br><br>Once inside the Limo the hand bag was properly placed on the floor to free Lady Beatrice's hands. The door shut behind her and the chaperone, a younger woman with a stone face and a build like a lineman dropped into the front seat beside the chauffer.<br><br>Lady Beatrice spoke thru the open glass separating the passenger and staff compartment.<br><br>“Lawrence, you may go now.”<br><br>She shared the laughter with the three young women. Patting first one then the other until she had hugged all three.<br><br>“I am no Mastermind, only a lonely widow with grown children who no longer need my constant attention.“<br><br>She leaned in toward the three, “I wish to thank each of you. Please say you will accompany me. But first as to the evacuation. I did promise to send help.”<br><br>&nbsp;She spoke thru the glass again, “Oh and Karla inform the local Constabulary that we have noticed some improperly clothed young women along the Ole Dairy Barn Lane and they might want to send&nbsp; a patrol to see what it is all about.”<br><br>“Of course my lady,” Karla the chaperone replied in a thick german accent as she dialed on her cell phone.<br><br>Lady Beatrice pressed a small button and the glass closed as the limo pulled onto the A43. A curtain automatically dropped down blocking the view to the passenger compartment.&nbsp; It was then that Lady Beatrice removed her white cotton gloves and placed them in her lap.<br><br>Then she answered questions silently. Her hand went to a small cabinet. It contained all manner of chocolates and sweets. Next to the confections were drinking glasses. She opened the bar with a press of a button. It was stocked full of chilled bottle drinks, water, and wine. Ice was dispensed with a press of a glass.<br><br>“There that is settled. We can all relax and get acquainted.&nbsp; We have a little over an hour and a half before take off. Can someone bring down the glasses? Chocolate anyone?”
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 05:24:56</strong>
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				<strong>Lily on to Lady B and loving it</strong><br><br>She immediately reached for the glasses and gave them each one. She then looked at Lady B with a grin on her face. "You had this whole thing planned since the minute you showed up didn't you? The wheels were turning the second you knew Sir had another girl. I can see that sparkle in your eye. You are cunning and clever ma'am, and I do hope we being him back some pretty amazing gifts or both of our gooses are cooked." Lily laughed and hugged the woman as she turned to her two friends. <br><br>"She is amazing, she gets everyone going and no one stands in her way. I have never seen Sir get so flustered as when she is there. I have to say this woman has impressed me from the first 'hello'". Lily was just so happy to be with her friends again, it was worth any punishment she would receive later from her Master. 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 05:38:45</strong>
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				<strong>Evie, time for some proper answers</strong><br><br>Evie sat in the limo.&nbsp; She took the glass from Lily, but her eyes were locked on the woman sitting all prim and proper before her.&nbsp; She was mulling over some things, and now it was time to get some answers.&nbsp; From various people....<br><br>Looking towards Lily she started there, "just who exactly is your 'Sir'?" she asked, her voice level and flat.&nbsp; Madi and herself had been through hell the past few days, whilst Lily looked bright, happy and refreshed.&nbsp; Funny, there were no bruises on her body.&nbsp; And she moved as if she had been living a life of luxury compared to her and Madi.<br><br>"Cos, well, Madi and me, well we've been beaten, raped, forced to sleep in a cage with a Cobra and haven't had a decent meal since I don't know when.&nbsp; It's pretty obvious Lily that whoever claimed you has treated you better than the likes of us." <br><br>She wasn't angry, not at Lily, it wasn't her fault. Anyway she couldn't exactly see her coping with the treatment her and Madi had received.&nbsp; <br><br>"And Lady B, you seem to know exactly what to do to get these men jumping around after you, and believe me there are some tough mother fuckers back at that place" she gestured with her thumb over her shoulder, "I am grateful for this chance, but whats gonna happen when we get back? I have a feeling whatever wonders you have in mind to show us today will soon be forgotten once we are back there, being beaten, raped and forced into a life we really don't want."&nbsp; She paused, the frown deepening.<br><br>"And where exactly are we going if we "take off" in an hour and a half?" <br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 17:00:15</strong>
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				<strong>Lily answering Evie</strong><br><br>And there it was, the big question of how Lily got off easy. She knew it was coming. "Um, well, Evie, I um, Well, Sir is kinda the head of the whole facility." Lily looked down once more, she felt bad because she hadn't been through what the two of them had. She didn't have to sleep in a cage with a snake, hadn't been beaten like they were. "This is his mother and well, he kinda put me in charge of giving her the tour today. Maybe I can talk to him..." Lily stopped herself, she knew she had no clout, that even if he asked him to get the girls better arrangements, he would probably no grant her wish. "I am so sorry Evie," She whispered and shrank back into her seat, guilty for having such an easy time of it compared to them. 
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 18:35:40</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - the truth is told...</strong><br><br>Evie listened to lily's words and then she smiled, reaching across for the girl.&nbsp; "I'm glad" she said, probably startling the women in the limo. "You see, I would have hated you to go through what we have.&nbsp; Me and Madi, well we're tough, we can deal with most of the crap they dished out, but you would of crumbled and struggled" she hugged her to her, stroking her hair gently.<br><br>"I am glad you have found someone you care about.&nbsp; I hope he cares about you as well." she said, kissing her forehead gently before letting her go. 
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				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 23:50:16</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong>&nbsp; "I have to agree with Evie on this one. So no need to be shy about who takes care of you. Our brutes care, just in their own misguided ways. Fools," Madi commented before nuzzling her friend's shoulder gently and taking the offered glass. "Wait a second, Lady B is the mother of the man who ran that horror show? Did you know what went on there miss?" Other questions could wait and Evie seemed to voice any that were pertinent for the moment. Instead she was content to kick back and relax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 20:58:45</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice sipped from her glass thoughtfully as the girls spoke.&nbsp; She set the wine aside with Madi’s question.&nbsp; It was better often times to explain than to allow others to guess.<br><br>“It is in poor taste for someone to judge and convict another for what they think they may have seen. There are proper authorities who hand such matters and as you can see I have initiated such action as to call in question some activities which the Constabulary might wish to investigate.”<br><br>“Having said that I wish to assure all three of you that your lifestyle is for you alone as individuals to choose.&nbsp; I simply wish to ensure that those under the diligent care of men like my son have been given the opportunity to choose.”<br><br>Lady Beatrice opened her hand bag as though the conversation they had shared with her had never happened.&nbsp; She dug around for a few minutes. <br><br>“Hmmmm.. No, that’s not it. I know it’s… Ah!” <br><br>She removed a pair of surgical scissors, gauze, an ankle brace and medical adhesive tape.<br><br>“Let’s have a look at that ankle, Madi. We can’t have you carried into Printemps and Gallery Lafayette in pain, shopping should be fun!”<br><br>“Ladies, would you do me the honor of calling me Beatrice?,” Lady Beatrice requested. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 23:08:53</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Madison looked to the limo floor before bringing her gaze back to Lady Beatrice, "Thank you ma'am I mean Beatrice. You have been more than kind to us. If I seem cross or just flat out rude I apologize. It's.. it's been a trying few days." Slowly she lifted her injured leg up until her ankle rested atop the seat beside the woman before taking a sip from her glass.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 05:30:21</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She was more than happy that Evie and Madi were ok with her being with someone not as rough as their masters were. "I probably would have cracked the first day to be honest. Oh that man scared the living day lights out of me at Shaw's. Still I am so sorry the two of you had to go through such awful things." <br><br>She then sat back and watched Lady B root through her bag and pull out the medical dressing and such. "Ma'am, um Beatrice, is there anything you don't have in your bag?", she giggled as the woman worked on Madi's ankle. <br><br>"Beatrice you know how I feel. For the first time I feel like I fit in, and well, your son..." Lily blushed hard when she thought about how she loved him even though he would never feel that way for her. Still she wanted to stay with him even if he would never love her back the way she wanted him to.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 02:38:25</strong>
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				<strong>Evie</strong><br><br>Beatrice was very good at telling them nothing.&nbsp; She seemed to be telling them a lot, but if you tried to make anything of the words there wasnt a lot of substance to them.&nbsp; Pretty talk with no meaning....<br><br>Then there was the bag....<br><br>"Did you steal that from Mary Poppins?" she asked, waiting to see a hat stand appear out of the bag on her lap.<br><br>Evie leant back, closing her eyes.&nbsp; "Its good to feel safe" she admitted, allowing the tough exterior a moment to collapse...
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 15:28:08</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>It was a simple matter of support. Support her ladyship showed actively rather than the lip service given by others. Support for Madi meant quickly working to set the ankle into the brace. If the ankle was bruised and not sprained the girl would be lucky. She gave the leg a gentle pat and moved it carefully under a pillow to reduce any swelling before giving Madi’s hand an encouraging squeeze.<br><br>‘Thank you Madi, this should keep the pressure off the tendons.”<br><br>It was Lily who carried everyone’s burden of guilt. It must be hard to disclose her troubling thought to an almost stranger and acknowledge her fortune before her friends who appeared less so.&nbsp; Lady Beatrice smiled gently to her. <br><br>“Over the years I have collect certain important item which I never go without.” she assured them all as she turned to Evie.<br><br>“There is a first aid kit aboard the plane full of all sorts of useful things,” She explained digging into her bag again. <br><br>She pulled out a tube and held it for Evie to see, then placed it in her hand.<br><br>“Cortizone for infections.” <br><br>A ring. Lady Beatrice pressed a button at her elbow, “Yes.”<br><br>The German accent was thick, “Ladyship, ten minutes. Un zee pilot has clearance.”<br><br>“Thank you, Karla,” she said relaxing in her seat. “Not much longer.”<br><br>“Shall we look at shoes first or dive right into apparel?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 18:53:16</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Going Shopping After a Plane Ride?</strong> There was a sigh of contentment from Madi when Beatrice set her ankle in the brace. Perhaps taking it off before her bath hadn't been a good idea. There had been a good deal of swelling overnight but the elevation would slowly do it's work. Looking to her friends she couldn't help but giggle slightly, "I don't know about you girls but I just can't wait to feel normal." Madison was done asking questions and trying to figure out what was going on. With every answer Beatrice gives there were far more questions that continued to make no sense. Where on earth were they going for their spa and shopping day that required a plane?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 15:40:44</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, a bit nervous</strong><br><br><br>Ok the whole idea of going on a plane to where ever she was taking them made Lily nervous. "Sir is going to be furious with us, you do realize that. If you are bringing him back something, it better be really expensive." Lily could already hear the reprimand and feel the punishment in her bones.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sure it would be a day of fun, but there were fgoing to be consequences for all of them when they got back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 00:11:21</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - not sure if this was actually happening...</strong><br><br>Evie listened to the others as they spoek with Beatrice.&nbsp; She couldnt quite beleive what was happening...it was all too surreal, like a weird dream.&nbsp; &nbsp;One minute they had been sleeping in a cage with a snake knowing that they would wake into another day of brutality and humiliation.&nbsp; But instead of that they are now in a limo, heading to a plane where they will be whisked off somewhere to spend the day like normal human beings.<br><br>It was just too bizarre for her to actually believe.<br><br>"I could kill a drink" Evie said, "something alcoholic. And food, I'm starved.&nbsp; Feed my belly then lets go shopping.&nbsp; Lets forget that hell hole and enjoy the day." She said, stretching and wincing, "damn, still got the bruised ribs though" she mumbled, gingerly running her fingers over the multicoloured patchwork of her side...<br><br><br>"I honestly dont care where we go as long as we can have fun, eat, drink, be merry and spend someone elses money" she told them, leaning back carefully, not wanting to agrevate her ribs.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 05:09:59</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br><br>The Lady was about to say something but the limo slowed. Karla’s voice came thru the speakers.<br><br>“Ve have arrived! Zer ist dah nurse und flight stewards waiting when zee limo halts.”<br><br>And as if by magic the limo came to a complete stop in the way a chicken settles in her nest. Gently.<br><br>Lady Beatrice beamed and collected her handbag and looked around at the girls as both doors opened.<br><br>“Shall we?” she said as if she really meant oh boy let’s go!<br><br>A nurse with a wheel chair waited to assist Madi, while the flight steward and a man in a dark suite with glasses stood to one side. Lady Beatrice took the offered hand and stepped out from the limo and into a very large hangar where a very large plane waited to taxi out. She motioned for everyone to exit and wore an award winning smile to the custom officials approaching her direction.<br><br>Karla and the man in the dark suite cut the two custom’s officials off. Lady Beatrice clapped her hands to get the girl’s attention.<br><br>“Come along everyone stay close. Refreshments on the plane!” <br><br>In the little knot of people cornered off to one side voices could be heard. <br><br>“Lepers?&nbsp; But they seem like they have all their..”<br><br>“Yah lepers und zay are goink back to zar homeland.”<br><br>“Going back?”<br><br>“You vouldn’t von’t deem here vould you? This Communicable disease, your dick falls off in three days.”<br><br>“Uh…it’s just that…’<br><br>“Yah?”<br><br>&nbsp;“Well this passport…”<br><br>“Vat about it?”<br><br>“Well, “ clear throat, “None of them looks like a 40 year old man…”<br><br>Karla held up three fingers, and pruned her face in sadness. “Zah are in day five, dick in za handbag. Vant to see?”<br><br>A moments hesitation, “ Right, jolley good, safe trip.”<br><br>“Dunka!”<br><br>Meanwhile Lady Beatrice had her arm linked with lily on one side, and Evie in the other while the nurse and flight steward were assisting Madi with the wheel chair.<br><br>“Up the handicap ramp my lovelies!” Lady Beatrice said cheerfully. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 01:57:46</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - up, up and away.....</strong><br><br>OK so this trip had been unexpected but it was certainly good to be out from that damn place.&nbsp; Away from the Ape and the terrible pain that he seemed to enjoy doing to her.&nbsp; She wondered what he was doing?&nbsp; Had he found out she was missing?&nbsp; What would his reaction be? Would he miss her?<br><br>Now why would she want to think a thing like that.&nbsp; He was an animal and she was glad to be away from him...<br><br>Well, at least she thinks she is....<br><br>The limo stopped and the girls were hustled from the car.&nbsp; Madi was met with a wheel chair and they were bustled as fast as they could move into the private jet.&nbsp; There was some commotion outisde, but Evie couldnt see or hear what was being said.&nbsp; Between Helga or whatever her name was and the nurse and the air steward they were on the plane in record time.&nbsp; Its&nbsp; a shame commercial airlines didnt have these women working for them.<br><br>Evie sighed as she flopped down into one of the huge leather seats, looking across at Lily and Madi she grinned.<br><br>"Champagne I think.&nbsp; And maybe some caviar? What do you girlies say?" she asked them, then she erupted into a fit of giggles.<br><br>"Can you imagine their fucking faces when they realise we've been whisked away under their noses?" she asked, looking at the other two, waiting for Beatrice to join them...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 02:33:29</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Am I that broken?</strong> The limo rolled to a stop and there was a bustle of activity. Madison saw the limo and sighed audibly. What was initially a godsend now seemed like a nuisance. Sure with her injury Raggy wanted to give her some time, but now? Now it just slowed her and everyone else down.&nbsp; She listened as customs and the assistant or whatever the large woman was explain their situation. "Yup. I got a dick in a box," Madi muttered with a slight snicker before being whisked up and into the plane. Settling into the luxurious seat she smiled across to Evie. "If it's strong I'll take it but I'll hold off on the fish eggs!" Her nose scrunched&nbsp; up befor glancing out the window. "Nice accomodations for some lepers don't you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 04:38:32</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, we're what?</strong><br><br>She still didn't like where this was going, especially when she heard part of the conversation outside the plane. In the flurry of activity, Madi was rushed off in a wheelchair, Evie was already on the plane, and Lily just knew she was in a world of trouble when she got back. <br><br>Reluctantly, she got on the plane with her head down, she swallowed hard as she sat in the seat. "I had enough in the limo Evie, thanks." Lily wasn't about to be a killjoy, but she definitely was the most worried as they sat aboard the plane headed for god knew where.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 14:18:41</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice emerged in the same way the dawn breaks over the horizon. Trailing behind her was a small caravan of stewards who wore less material than a playgirl centerfold. The two outstanding bodies were bringing the cart of refreshments. Boyish rugged looks and bodies of steel they began offering tidbits from finger sandwiches to caviar and drinks from ice water to a very nice 25 year old glenn livett whiskey as Lady Beatrice sat among the girls.<br><br>The engine rumbled and the plane moved. There were dings in the cabin.<br><br>“Welcome aboard flight 69, we’ve been given permission to taxi and we are 8th in line for take off. Our flight to Paris will take 90 minutes. A Limo is waiting to transport everyone to Zippo’s Spa. Please enjoy refreshments until take off.”<br><br>“I do so love adventures!” She beamed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 14:34:37</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - bring in the eye candy</strong><br><br>Evie sat back in the luxury leather seat, legs stretched out before her.&nbsp; When Beatirce arrived the door was shut and the engines roared to life.&nbsp; <br><br>She wasnt expecting the eye candy that came out carrying trays and drinks and all sort of wonderful things.&nbsp; They certainly looked good.&nbsp; She felt a mischievious thought come to mind and listened to what the pilot said.&nbsp; Paris? Realy, well fuck...<br><br>Her attention went to Beatrice, "Zippo? Didnt he have a circus at one time?" she asked, wondering if clowns were gonna walk along her back in huge floppy shoes.....<br><br>"SO Bea, these boys? DO they do OTHER things?" she asked, eyes sparkling dangerously as she looked over a gorgous dark skinned god of a man.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 15:11:08</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- Paris? Oh I am so dead when I get back</strong><br><br>Lily was so distracted when the men came out, she thought she was in fantasy land. She blushed hard, she was in love, but it never hurt to look, right? She took a sandwich and blushed even more, that's when she heard they were going to Paris. <br><br>She nearly choked on her food and coughed it out. Oh god she was going to get one hell of a beating when she got back, he may even just toss her out and never want to be with her again. She decided to just sit there, looking out the window, worried about her future. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 18:59:31</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Paris? Oo la la![/b<br><br>To say that Madison was excited would be an understatement. She had always wanted to go to Paris, the City of Lights, of love. Did she think she would find such a thing? Hell no! But the eye candy on board was definitely a major perk. Finally some males who are appealing to look at and listen to. No apes, no hairy ragheads, and no twigs walking around with a stick up their asses and a paper bag to their lips.<br><br>Madison took a double shot of whatever they men recommended and then helped herself to a finger sandwich. She looked to Lily and shook her head, "You need to relax duck girl," she said softly, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm sure your Sir will understand since you are with his mother and following her lead. Besides, you could always say me and Evie dragged you along against your will." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 19:58:21</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>She turned to Evie with an engaging smile, ”These attendants are multi-talented and eager to please. Ask them anything. There are several compartments in the rear of the plane if anyone wishes a lye down. We will not leave the plane without you!” <br><br>“Madi dear, how is your ankle? Any better?” asked Lady Beatrice and motioned for the rather tall attendant to move closer to the girl.<br><br>Besides, while Madi was still in the throws of her pain and a double shot of group sex and a cold shower she might need to reach out and touch someone.&nbsp; <br><br>Lily look so forlorn and Madi tried to cheer the poor girl up. She must be love struck by the look on her face. She had to admit Martial was a devil with women just like his father. Her hand went to Lily’s with a squeeze.<br><br>“No fussing.&nbsp; After all you are doing this for him. You simply cannot go about without proper attire. He will be ecstatic. Now would you like some special remedy for that little sulk?” Lady Beatrice offered.<br><br>“Besides Cornelius,&nbsp; Cornelius Zippo of Zippo Spa&nbsp; cannot wait to see all of you when I explained your situation to him,” she cooed. “I said destitute of balancing treatments and he wept on the phone. Bring them, he said, I shall ensure they receive premier service.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 22:02:00</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - not a duck! It was a swan! </strong><br><br>Lily shot Maddi a look when she called her duck girl again. "Oh no I could never get the two of you in trouble like that, even if you insist on calling me duck girl." Lily knew that the two of them would probably be worse off than her once they got back anyway. <br><br>Then Lady B spoke to her, "I know you're right, I just can't get a handle on how he feels sometimes. I'm still feeling him out. Sure, what do you have to get me over the hump?" Lily wasn't usually the one to let go and be carefree, but she did need something to take the edge off, and get her to relax a bit more. Lord only knew what Lady B had up her sleeve, or in her bag, or on the plane... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 22:51:48</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Ready to unwind</strong><br><br>"My ankle?" Madi inquired, looking down at the well wrapped and supported leg the remain propped up in front of her. "It throbs a bit but I'm alright, thank you Beatrice."<br><br>She looked up, way up to the man who moved closer, smiling appreciatively at his attire. "What's your area of expertise?" Her voice was low and playful, an attempt to let loose and experience what may on her own terms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 02:52:10</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - cant keep her eyes open</strong><br><br>Evie yawned asthe others chatted around her.&nbsp; It might be fun to test out one of these scantily clad hunks, but the events of the last few days were catching up with Evie and she pressed the button to lay her chair back.&nbsp; <br><br>"Miss? Would you liek to have a nap? We have kingsized beds all made up ready for you" the black god spoke in a sexy, silky voice.&nbsp; If she wasnt so tired she might have taken him up on his implied offer.&nbsp; But as it was she smiled at him, then glanced at Beatrice.<br><br>"I'm going to have a nap.&nbsp; That cage wasnt exactly the most comfortable, and sleeping in a proper bed might make a nice change" she told their benefactor.&nbsp; Standing up with a groan as she pulled her injured side.&nbsp; "If you have any painkillers" she started.<br><br>"I can get you something" the dark skinned guy said, offering his arm to Evie.&nbsp; She slipped her threw his and leant against him, glad of his aid, she really was tired now.<br><br>He helped her to a room towards the rear of the plane.&nbsp; Opening the door he smiled at her and ushered her in.&nbsp; Evie gasped.&nbsp; The room could have been from a top hotel.&nbsp; She grinned, "wow".<br><br>The steward moved in and turned the covers down.&nbsp; "Get comfy, let me see your ribs" he said, a confidence in his voice said he knew about these things.&nbsp; Evie laid down and undid her shirt.&nbsp; He ran gentle fingers over her side, frowning at the multi coloured bruise that marked her skin.<br><br>"Ok, I'll get you some pain relief" he said and was gone.&nbsp; He was back quickly, a couple of tablets and a glass of water.&nbsp; Evie quickly took the pills and laid back with a sigh.&nbsp; She could get used to this she thought as the plane moved towards take off.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 05:18:57</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice noticed the heavy yawn from Evie. She was not surprised the girl had taken a good dusting.&nbsp; This girl was made of tough stuff, something she admired very much. It was good the girl took sleep when she could and Regis was very thorough. It was nice to have interns hired for the summer along. They were so very…well defined.<br><br>She gave Lily who was willing to try her very own Special Remedy a nod. It was so nice to have someone like her to share family secrets with. Why in many respects Lily was a family secret already.<br><br>&nbsp;She held up two fingers to the steward mixing the volatile concoction. <br><br>“Make them doubles,” she said with a smile.<br><br>“Yes my lady,” the mixologist said and used protective gloves to pour the smoking mix in two well insulated glasses.<br><br>He touched a lit match to both and the alcohol burned blue flame for a moment before self extinguishing. It was then he removed the gloves and served it on a tray. It&nbsp; was multilayered in a rainbow of color as if it had crashed solidly into a gay pride parade.<br><br>“Ladies,” he said holding it for both of them to take.<br><br>Bret looked down kindly upon Madi. His eyes expressive as his body was well muscled.<br><br>To her question he responded with an offer, “What area did the lady wish my expertise to be in?”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 05:40:25</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, holy god what is in that drink??? </strong><br><br>Her thoughts were of her sir when she saw the glasses go up in flames. What the devil was Lady B cooking up? She knew Evie would have gotten a kick out of it, but she was resting in the back, and Madi was busy with her own sexy stud. <br><br>Lily took the drink and looked to Lady B, "Well hope this doesn't kill me," she giggled but she half meant it. Closing her eyes, Lily took a drink. It wasn't half bad whatever it was. Before she knew it, she had downed half the glass. "Lady B, I didn't know you had a twin!" That stuff had knocked her for a loop and she was seeing two of everyone! Lily sank back in the chair, a silly grin on her face. She was looped. <br><br>"I want to marry your son, but I know he'll never commit. Still, I love him." Lily drank the rest, her inhibitions gone, and she feeling high as a kite. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art and Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 22:55:25</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ *gag*</strong> Madi had been truly relieved to know that Lily had been claimed by one who treated her well and yet she still envied the girl. All Madison truly wanted was a cross between ol' Raggy and a relationship. Someone who could be that force to keep her in line and dominate her but also understand her and have a little intimacy and romance. Those tender moments with Moussad had made Madison think she had found that but those didn't come very often. With him what she wanted and her limits didn't matter, there wasn't a line of communication between the two where she could say that it was becoming too much. Madi wanted to be a true sub with a real Dom but she would never tell Brett that. Instead she watched Lady Beatrice and Lily for a moment, choking on her beverage at her friend's words before bringing her gaze back to the tall man. "Make me forget my own name and you're expertise can be anything. Preferably elsewhere. and please call me Madison." (I can do the NPC later if you want.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 02:47:06</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice smiled ever so smartly. The drink was putting a touch of flush in her cheeks as she sipped listening to lily.<br><br>“Where ever did you come from my dear. Your accent is so exotic. I really must know. Oh, and tell me a little about yourself.” <br><br><strong>Brett</strong><br><br>“Of course Madison,” Brett replied and gathered her in his arms. His lips on hers in a heady kiss as he walked to the back of the plane in the direction of an open bedroom door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 02:53:32</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, exotic, me? *hiccup*</strong><br><br>Lily giggled at Lady B's comment about her accent. "Exotic? Oh Lady B, If you thin a&nbsp; New England accent is exotic, then bless you!" Lilly giggled more and finished the last drop, practically licking the cup. <br><br>"Oh, me, nothing to tell really, only girl in an all boy family, usually got looked over, or was used as the football in one of their games. Never got to do girly stuff, always had to follow my brother's leads, blah, blah blah."&nbsp; Lily was quite a talker once she was plastered. "Say what was in this, and can I get one more!" <br><br>It was then that she looked and saw Madi was gone as well. "Wha- wait a second, Madi was on the plane right?&nbsp; Whoa, why is everything spinning?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 03:40:02</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Now that's a good start</strong><br><br>There was no hesitation on Madison's part. Her arms instictively wrapped around Brett's neck and she soon melted into the heady kiss. It would seem that he truly knew what he was doing. <br><br>She would have to remember to thank Beatrice later. If that would be possible.<br><br>Hands slid over Brett's neck and hair, pulling him ever closer. The shirt she wore slowly rode up, a soft sigh escaping her lips before disappearing into the back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 23:20:51</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Madison had found another activity and slipped off toward the bedrooms. Lady Beatrice noticed but it wasn’t her place to tell a grown woman what she could and should do.<br><br>Lady Beatrice motioned to that nice looking scantly clothed young man with the blender to spin out another such drink.&nbsp; She giggled and leaned to Lily her hand patting the girl’s. <br><br>“Yes he’s just like his father…” Beatrice replied to the last conversation without actually realizing another about something else had begun.<br><br>The effects of the Special Remedy could result in, short term memory loss, the giggles,&nbsp; temporal displacement, a sudden violent allergic reaction to Kryptonite, or suddenly inable to tell if a man is telling the truth or a white lie.<br><br>At the moment Beatrice was suffering from a slight case of temporal displacement while it appeared that Lily had contracted a good case of the smoldering giggles with a late onset of memory loss. <br><br>Glasses were exchanged and the merriment increased. <br><br>“Oh my yes, New England did you say? Where abouts?&nbsp; I have family in Canada,” and snickered unlady like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 23:21:33</strong>
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				<strong>Brett</strong><br><br>He took her to the bed, his hand guiding hers to the bulging cache at his loins. He broke the kiss off reluctantly. His finger toyed with her collar.<br><br>“Something you enjoy with the right man?&nbsp; Subbing I mean.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 23:54:46</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ for the right man</strong>&nbsp; Madi moaned softly against the scantily clad male, her hand caressing the bulge that throbbed beneathe the clothing. At the feel of his fingers at her neck she used her free hand to finger it as well. "I'm new to it.. The subbing, but I would like it better with the right man," she confessed. A soft blush creeping across her cheeks before meeting Brett's gaze. "Why?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 14:35:28</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>A fresh glass was placed in her hand and Lily sipped it down. "Mmmm, so good, oh clouds!" Lily was really gone as she finished the second drink. "Oh, Lady B, I'm from Massa- Massa- *hic* Chusettes. As for Canada, five hours and I can be in that french place- Que- you know where that annoying singer is from. Oh look twinkly lights!" <br><br>Lily was seeing things, that drink surely packed a wallop! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 23:51:25</strong>
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				<strong>Brett</strong><br><br>A wisp of a crooked smile played along his lips. Her response had him eager. He wasn’t the brutal type and for her he was about to show her what it was all about. <br><br>“Maybe you found him.” he said as he swept her shirt aside.<br><br>He bent to her lovely breasts. His mouth covered the tight dark flesh. His hand cupping and caressing the other while he pushed his cock further into her hand.<br><br>“Do it, put it in, just the tip,” he whispered around her nipple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 23:52:26</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>“I think that’s the take off , the take off…the lights. Pay them no attention,&nbsp; the ones in the cabin are doing it also.&nbsp; Pity it is not you or I.“<br><br>“Speaking of men. Now I must know.&nbsp; Do they have men like&nbsp; Martial in Messy chuties?&nbsp; Mature men of his caliber, or are they all lumber jacks and overly fond of moose?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 00:21:00</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong> His reaction had the girl confused but Madi couldn't help but anticipate what she would learn about Brett. Already he was slowly building her up into a frenzy. The lips at her breast earned him a gasp of appreciation, a hand coming up to trace along his facial features. Madi smirked and spread her legs wider, maneuvering until she was able to guide the heated tip of his poker to her spread lips. "Like this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 02:03:31</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She laughed when Lady B said the state wrong, but didn't correct her. "Oh lumber jacks and moose? No that's New Hempshire, I mean Hampshire! Oh my this is strong. Actually I didn't pay much attention to such things, I was a shy wallpaper, oh I mean wallflower. Then I met your son. Gosh he's swell." Lily sank back in her seat and swooned, yep the love bug had bit her hard. Then she saw a cupcake of a man coming to take her empty glass, "Gosh he's cute," she giggled as she sat there starting off in the distance as they flew off to Paris. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 19:54:27</strong>
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				<strong>Brett</strong><br><br>“Exacty like that,” he groaned.<br><br>His hands every where as he rocked back and forth.&nbsp; Each time his shaft opened her further before withdrawing only to return again. It was a pace to drive her insane for more. His fingers teasing her flesh as he kissed up her neck. <br><br>She had ordered a full body massage and he aimed to please her. He pinched her nipple lightly for more sensation and spoke as he mouthed her ear right at that sensitive place.<br><br>“Beg me, if you want more…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 19:55:26</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Beatrice succumb to a fit of giggles. Lily’s antics were infectious. Far be it for Beatrice to spoil anyone’s fun.&nbsp; She had been on a few trips herself back in the day. <br><br>“I have chanced to travel to America.&nbsp; In which,” and waited for Lily to reply.<br><br>She waited, then waited a little longer. She took a sip from the new glass, allowed the numbness in her mouth to go away to prevent tongue bite before speaking.<br><br>“Were you going to answer my question?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 21:12:50</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong> This. This was exactly what she wanted. What she needed. Madison's body had been awakened everywhere the man touched. He brought out her inner submissive side and Madi would have been content with staying on the plane all day. There was no need for spas and shopping when she had a chiseled chest, strong arms, and expert hands to guide her to all the right places. Feeling him enter her slowly she let her hand slip away and glide over his thighs and stomach. Brett was slowly coaxing out her inner animal and soon Madison would hardly be able to utter a coherent syllable. Soft "oh's" and "ah's" filled the private compartment, her hips moving to meet his in a silent plea for more. She didn't trust herself to speak, to voice those carnal desires that he drew out of her. Would it be too much?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 22:48:42</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, didn't I? </strong><br><br>She looked puzzled, she thought she had answered the question, maybe not. "Um yeah there are older men like your son there. The good looking ones are scattered about. Oh a boat, I would love to go sailing on a boat. There was this guy once, handsome, had money and a nice big sailboat. I would have loved to be on that boat out on the water." Lily sighed, she began to get homesick, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 03:35:10</strong>
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				<strong>Brett</strong><br><br>He ran his hand over her breasts, massaging her flesh. He inched his cock into her slowly. She was tight, incredibly tight and he groaned and nipped her neck.&nbsp; <br><br>Her lube eased him in deeper still until she had taken most of his length, before he pulled out. He grinned and playfully took both her wrists in his pinning them on either side of her shoulder, enough to keep them in place on the mattress. He rubbed his cock head against her sex his voice gravel with lust.<br><br>“You want that cock…huh?&nbsp; If you can impale yourself on that head,&nbsp; I’ll give you every inch of that hard cock.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 03:37:11</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>“A boat?“ Beatrice almost paled and took a stiff gulp for intestinal fortitude.<br><br>She waved the thought away like swatting flies, several of them. <br><br>“Seasick.&nbsp; Wretched things, boats. Never still for a moment.&nbsp; Dry land, now dry land is predictable.”<br><br>She patted Lily’s hand and laid back unlady like on the lounger and kicked off her pumps. “Give me solid ground any day! I like my transportation dependable and my men….”<br><br>She raised her glass and were it more than half full, the swirling liquid would have sloshed over the side. <br><br>“A toast Lily.&nbsp; To wretched boatmen, on tiny …tiny..!” She turned her head around like a top and tried to hold it steadily.&nbsp; <br><br>“Did you know deary that Thaddeus, my dear departed Thaddeus was certainly…Thaddeus not certainly on purpose.. But naturally certain… was not tiny… Although the chaps in parliament did call him that for some..some reason. Horrible gossips…the lot of them.”<br><br>She gave Lily an unfocused stare, “My hand is in the air my dear, were you going to make a.. make a toast…before it goes..goes numbbbb?” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 04:03:23</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong>&nbsp; Pinned and empty. Madison glared up at Brett yet the smile on her face and the flush of her cheeks were proof enough to show she really wasn't upset. She whimpered with need, her legs and hips trying to draw him in with each pass of his cockhead over her entrance. It had been a build up and tease Madi would never forget. She pulled and twisted her arms, anything to break free of the hold on her limbs. If she could just use her hand and aim he would fill her and take her to the point she wouldn't be able to walk properly. Over and over Madison would buck and arch, tug and pull to get the heated tip to penetrate her. Again and again she missed her target or her juices made it too slippery. Finally she had done it. Her leg with the uninjured ankle hooked around Brett's hip and pulled him close, sweat glistening over her form. Her hips arched once more until her rear came off the matress and with a hard thrust she penetrated herself. "Now.. please," she panted "I need more."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 04:35:21</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- a toast? I can't even think straight!</strong><br><br>She listened to Lady B talk about her husband. She sighed, at least Lady B had found someone to love her in return. <br><br>She was lost in her thoughts when the Lady asked if she was going to make a toast. "I,um, well, a toast to you Lady B, one gutsy broad! Nobody says 'no' to you! Lily raised an empty glass and clinked it against the sassy Lady's. Lily hoped one day she could be just like that, fearless. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 03:43:07</strong>
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				<strong>Brett</strong><br><br>How long could he tease?&nbsp; How desperate would she get?&nbsp; It took only a few minutes to find out before he was racing into her soft tight channel. The bed seemed to pick up the rhythm of their contact and keep pace. A hand moved. A pillow hit the floor. The room filled with animal noises, and the hint of passion so hot the air vent came on at both ends of the small room. There were no windows&nbsp; but&nbsp; if there had been there was sure to be a fine coat of moisture that hampered the view out.<br><br>He didn’t care. He was far beyond that. His one hand held hers over her head and he lifted her hips off the mattress as he drilled into her.&nbsp; Her breasts got the worst of his mouth and tongue but he left enough for her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>The pressure build and he knew he was getting close. He changed positions, and gripped her hip to bring impale her to his hilt. The sweat glistened from his body as he offered his chest to her mouth.<br><br>There were no words. Only the grunts and cursing of lust and mounting readiness as he gave her the full measure of his throbbing thick spear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 03:45:30</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>The glass clinked with lily’s and liquid sloshed over the edge. It cause a new wave of giggles. Her other hand slung into the air with that awe-go-on motion. <br><br>“Lilllly, lem me just say….that sommmmme people are like…ma..&nbsp; mating elefunncesss…” <br><br>“They stomppp an screaming …an ack like they …they are…very..high up…things…social stepp stool…“<br><br>“Ifff…youu…are…get…inna…inna way… they sq…squ…steppp ..steppp onna…you.”<br><br>And with that she gave a firm nod of her chin, brought the glass to her lips and drained the contents. She held out the glass so the very nice young man could chase it down and place it carefully on his tray as he handed her another full one.<br><br>Her smile stretched from ear to ear as she took another hefty sip.<br><br>"Cheers!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 04:50:38</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, oh My!</strong><br><br>When Lady B began to talk, Lily strained to figure out just what the hell she was saying. Something about elephants, stomping, but Lily wasn't quite sure. Lily just giggled harder. "You are so silly! I have no idea what you just said, but I'm sure it was profound!" <br><br>Lily wasn't slurring her speech, no she was seeing heffalumps and wuzzles in front of her. "I didn't know there was a movie on the plane!" Lily saw Lady B get another drink, "Oh no, you've had too much!" Lily went to reach for the glass and ended up on the floor looking up at Lady B and the hunk looming over her. "I think he got taller! God he's cute- crap did I just say that out loud?" Lily blushed and tried to get up from the floor but her head was spinning. "Down here is good. Let me know when we land."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 18:31:08</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong><br><br>Brett was giving it to her just the way she had wanted. Somewhere, somehow her shirt had come off and frankly Madison didn't care. For the sake of her companions she hoped that the room was sound proof though knowing how prepared Beatrice seemed to be she was almost certain that would be the case.<br><br>Moans and grunts of her own mixed with the stud's until they reached a crescendo. With his chest offered to her Madi did the only thing she could think of. Lips latched tightly onto one of his nipples and suckled gently, teeth scraping against the flesh before shifting to the next. Hips arched and bucked, opening her channel to his thick member until she came. Her body shuddered and rocked, releasing the pent up tension and frustration of her ordeal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 20:39:55</strong>
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				<strong>Brett</strong><br><br>The build intense and he was caught in her sweet surrender. He sunk deep inside her velvet vice and coiled.&nbsp; Unable to stop his rapid fire eruptions if he had wanted to, he pummeled her furiously as her mouth pushed them both and he carried her down that long thrilling ride until he lay spend and panting at the end.<br><br>“Oh baby,” he sighed as they cooled together. “Look I’ve got a lay over in Paris until Lady Bea gets the wanderlust again. I can pick you up at Zippos. It’s up to you.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 20:40:21</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>“Mine… the…mating elefunncesss…me deary!” Lady Beatrice said with some semblance of certainty.<br><br>The giggling must have reached the cockpit as the Captain made his announcement.<br><br>“Since everyone’s having&nbsp; a jolly good time without any need for me to point out the Landmarks outside the window on your left, I shall simply say we are in the flight pattern and are fifth up. Service attendants please see to the comforts of our wonderful guest and prepare for landing.”<br><br>“Thank you for flying with us today and we hope your accommodations while in Paris live up to your expectations.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted M</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 21:40:25</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Isn't Zippo a lighter?</strong><br><br>She felt him erupt and it was the most fulfilling experience for Madi. Nothing else existed and when the pilot's voice rang out over head it was lost in the clouds.<br><br>Falling back on the cushioning of the bed she gazed up at Brett, a clear look of satisfaction spread across her face. "After Zippo's.. Yea, I'd like that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 16:30:33</strong>
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				<strong>Lily, Landing? </strong><br><br>She was still laughing at Lady B, when the captain came on. She scrambled to her seat and tried bucking the belt, but then just ended up tying it in a knot around her waist. "Oh Paris, gosh, this should be fun." It was then that her giggling stopped, and the liquor took hold, causing Lily to fall dead asleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 16:08:43</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - waking up</strong><br><br>Evie groaned as she rolled over, a slight pain made her gasp and her eyes opened.&nbsp; She frowned as she looked around, trying to remember where she was.&nbsp; This wasnt a room she recognised.&nbsp; Then she remembered. Beatrice, the Plane, PARIS...<br><br>"Well fuck yeah" she muttered, sitting up and stretching.&nbsp; There was an en-suite shower room so she headed in there to shower.&nbsp; Stepping out she opened a closet, clothes were hanging there and she smiled, selecting a lovely purple sundress.&nbsp; She slipped it on and smiled at hersefl in the mirror.&nbsp; She slipped sandals on her feet.&nbsp; She actually felt human again, the apst few days seemed like a bad dream.&nbsp; Vern, fucking animal.&nbsp; She wondered what he was doing, or rather who he was breaking...damn ape.<br><br>She brushed her hair and then walked out, hearing the Captain's voice over the comms.&nbsp; She grinned, "gay Parrie here we come" she said, helping herself to a glass of champers as she sat down with Beatrice.&nbsp; Looking at Lily she laughed, "seems like its all too much for Lily" she said with a grin, sipping her bubbly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 19:14:28</strong>
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				Lady Beatrice<br><br>“Zee plane…zee plane!!” Beatrice slurred in that ‘Fantasy Island’ way then fell into a fit of giggles as she looked over at Evie wearing a crooked smile.<br><br>&nbsp;(if you’re too young to know what the hell I’m talking about just hulu or you tube it)<br><br>Lucky the crew in the cockpit needed no help from the intrepid and possibly semi conscious passengers in the main cabin to land the plane.<br><br>&nbsp;The ships crew including the Stewart who took a little extra time dressing Madison in some type of fashionable shift and a sandal, gather round to assist passenger disembark the plane. Those unable to stand under their own power were easily carried out by the muscular throng servers. Even the walking wounded were given assistance to the waiting limo.<br><br>The Ogress Karla was handling the immigration people even as the limo full of French Guest sped away from the airport.<br><br>Lady Beatrice patted Evie’s hand and gave Madison’s a reassuring squeeze. She had somehow managed to pull off an aloof presentation and only stumbled once before kicking off her high heels.&nbsp; She looked at the other two girls as Lily slept in her lap.<br><br>The heels were somewhere on the floor board. She wiggled her toes as a thought came to her.<br><br>“We must spend a few days on the Rivera, you both look so pale.&nbsp; The Mediterranean will do you a world of good!”&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>04-09-2011, 02:05:29</strong>
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				<strong>Evie </strong><br><br>The girls were soon whisked off the plane and into a Limo.&nbsp; It happened so fast that Evie was sure her feet didnt touch the ground once until she was sitting in the limo.&nbsp; Madi and Lily were both with her, and Beatrice was holding Lily, the woman definitely liked the shy younger girl.&nbsp; Evie couldnt blame her, Lily was the sort of girl you wanted to protect.<br><br>"The Riviera" Evie repeated, "well fuck yes.&nbsp; I always fancied going out on one of them big posh yachts, and spending the days lounging in the sun and swimming in the crystal clear blue water." she sighed, her voice dreamy.<br><br>Looking at Madi she grinned and hugged the girl, kissing her cheek, "I still cant beleive we're in Paris." She commented, then she squealed, "OH MY FUCKING GOD LOOOOOK" she pointed out the window.&nbsp; The Eifel Tower was looming over them and Evie giggled.&nbsp; It was just so much to take in..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-09-2011, 02:39:21</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - pipe down Evie!</strong><br><br>Lily woke with a start as she heard Evie shouting. "Wha- where are we?" She had been confused because one moment she was on the plane, the next they were in a car. <br><br>"Did I sleep through Paris? Are we back?" Her head was spinning and she was still trying to come down from her high from those drinks. She settled into her seat and curled up, still reeling from the alcohol. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 18:45:06</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong> She didn't remember anything after agreeing to meet with the stud after she went to the lighter factory, or whatever it was, Zippo's. Soon Madi found herself in the limo and they were travelling into Paris. It was impossible not to smile when Evie excitedly pointed out the Eiffel Tower. "I never thought I would have seen outside of the country. My father is a downright prick. Y'know the type. Women are meant to be seen and not heard, their main place being in the kitchen and home to cook, clean, and raise a family. At least I'm rid of him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 05:10:07</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice laughed delighted to have them so excited about the sights of Paris.&nbsp; The Arch de Triumph&nbsp; is up ahead. We can tour the Louvre tomorrow. If you wish to see everything it will take two days. Then the Rivera, and a little sun.”<br><br>The limo moved thru traffic with ease. It took several minutes to negotiate the twists and turns of the numerous traffic circle. The large building loomed over head and the Center de Amusics was ahead on the right. In the center of the numerous merchants buildings that lined both sides of the street sat an unassuming white wash three story with a name on the second floor. <br><br>Zippo’s Spa.<br><br>The limo stopped outside it and the chauffer held opened the door. “Ladies, Je ’arriva!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 16:31:56</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She was rubbing her eyes as they arrived. A spa, Lily had never been to a spa, and her eyes twinkled. "Lady B, can we get anything done here? I've never gotten my nails done and I would love to try it." Lily wasn't concerned so much with her master, as having a bit of fun now, even if she was still under the influence of that potent liquor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 22:07:15</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong> Her eyes were glued to the windows in an attempt to take it all in. There were so many sights that Madi wasn't sure she would want to tour it. They would miss too much! With the way Beatrice had been thus far and her experience with the woman Madi had assumed that Zippo's would be far more extravagant on the outside. To say she was starting to feel disappointed was an understatement but that would all change. "How did you know about this place?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 19:37:56</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - speachless</strong><br><br>It wasnt often that Evie was left with no words or nothing to say.&nbsp; but as they drove through Paris her eyes soaked in the sights and sounds.&nbsp; Even the smells that wafted into the limo were different.&nbsp; She gripped MAdi hand and squeezed, smiling at Lily, glad to see the girl had woken, even if she did look worse for the drink.<br><br>"Its amazing" Evie's voice had lost all the cockiness, the edginess.&nbsp; She spoke softly, gently.&nbsp; "Its so romantic" she whispered.&nbsp; <br><br>When they arrived outside of Zippo's she frowned, "I've never been to a spa, I dont know what I want them to do" she said softly, feeling a little out of her depth here.&nbsp; Evie had never bothered much with her looks, it had been safer to hide than to shout about being pretty.&nbsp; She gulped, "I..I dont know if I want to be made to look special." She admitted in a quiet, nervous voice.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 18:56:51</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>She hugged each one of the girls in turn. And answered their questions in the order that they asked them as completely as she could. Zippo would be waiting and the girls deserved this once in a life time event.<br><br>Her first hug went to lily, “Anything and everything.&nbsp; The day spa. We’re going to be spoiled!”<br><br>Her arms wrapped around Maddi next, “It’s one of the few original building that survived the war. I mean from the Napoleonic war and everything else. Zippo came looking for investors and my father thought he was a right funny little French bugger.&nbsp; A real Ebenezer just like my father. They got along famously.”<br><br>“It may not look like much outside but the brick and mortal that holds it together is over a thousand years old.&nbsp; The plumbing was renovated again last year. It has the latest everything including a hyperbolic chamber.” she gave Maddi a peck on her cheek for good luck.<br><br>She turned a soft smile to Evie, “Special? My dear girl there is nothing special about a mud facial and warm stones on your back. “<br><br>“Everything special has already been packaged inside you, all we’re going to do is clean the cracks and slap a new coat of paint on the outside.”&nbsp; She said and gave Evie a hug.<br><br>“Come along. Don’t be shy. This is going to be so much fun! I can’t wait to have you go inside and get started!” she said shooing them out the open door where an attendant with a wheel chair waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 19:29:00</strong>
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				<strong>Madi</strong> She wrapped her arms tightly around Beatrice, the woman was a wonderful mother figure and it put her at ease. "You know some interesting people them Bea!" Madi reached over to Evie and gave her hand a squeeze. "You'll feel a million times better after today. Better than our bath yesterday or whenever it was." She smiled and carefully stepped towards the door, waving off the attendant with the wheelchair, "Thank you, but I want to try and walk."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 22:55:35</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - entering Zippos</strong><br><br>Evie smiled at Bea, kissing her cheek, "thank you" was all she said, squeezing Maddi back as they exited the limo and made their way towards the spa.&nbsp; She felt funny, for the first time in ehr life she didnt have to fear anything or anyone.&nbsp; She could be herself here and she wasnt totally true how to be that person.&nbsp; <br><br>She heard Maddi say she wanted to try to walk herself, she offered her hand to the girl.&nbsp; She looked at Lily, and offered her her other hand.&nbsp; For some reason it was important to Evie that the girls walk into Zippo's together.&nbsp; Friends.&nbsp; They had been through an ordeal, now they were going to be pampered...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 16:37:01</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She didn't know what to do first, but when Evie took her hand, she smiled. All the fear melted away and it was all about having fun right now. "I love you Lady B, thank you for this." She walked in with Madi and Evie and didn't know what to do first, nails, toes? Lily was just in heaven, she had never been pampered in her life, and she might get very used to it! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 22:18:02</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice led the way. The front doors stopped her in her tracks.&nbsp; She took a step forward but they did not open automatically.&nbsp; <br><br>“French electricity,” she grumbled but saw movement inside near the back. <br><br>She waved the girls to follow, “Come my lovelies, we shall use Zippo’s private entrance. That’s always open to me!”<br><br>Without missing a beat she went around the narrow alley. She had to turn sideways to make it past the ford transport LXT that read in French and she translated for the girls.<br><br>“Ahh… electricians. Just as I thought.”<br><br>She opened the door and stepped into the hallway. Her voice melodic as she called out Zippo’s first name. She moved past three closed door before stopping at the one painted all purple. <br><br>Turning back to motion the girls to her, she spoke in a whisper, “Come now. Don’t be shy. I want Guido to meet all of you! We’ll all go in at once!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 23:07:45</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong> Following Beatrice to the alley while still holding onto Evie it soon became apparent that the three would not be able to get in side by side. Madison was the first to let go and follow in behind their guide. The interior was breathtaking, a vast comparison to the bland exterior. Something told her she should close her mouth but her slack jaw wouldn't budge until Guido. Madi's expression went from awestruck to hysteric. Who actually named their child Guido? Perhaps it was a French thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 05:10:53</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>As they rounded the spa and made their way in, Lily felt like she had just stepped into a fairy tale. "No way," she gasped as she saw how beautiful it looked inside. She was like a kid in a candy store, her eyes growing wide. She had forgotten all about Sir, this was Lily time. She didn't even pay attention to the name Lady B threw out there, she just wanted to dive right in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 13:52:48</strong>
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				<strong>Evie </strong><br><br>Evie followed Lady B, holding hands with Maddi and Lily.&nbsp; This was an adventure and she was going to enjoy it.&nbsp; She ahd to chuckle when she said about French electricity, moving to the side of the building.&nbsp; This woman seemed to know everyone, and had her own private entrance to places.<br><br>It wasnt long and they were inside, Evie looked around, smiling in a daft way.&nbsp; Guido?&nbsp; Honestly?&nbsp; She wondered if maybe Froddo and Bill Boo Baggins might be around the corner as well......
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 17:43:42</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice smiled from her toes to the top of her head. Her whole body smiled. She was so pleased that her young and fast friend were going to enjoy the day and then they would have a late tea at Le Duke at 9.&nbsp; After shopping of course.<br><br>She took the handle and swung the door open as she looked over her shoulder encouraging them to follow.&nbsp; She stepped into the room and only then turned to look at the desk.<br><br>There were two gentlemen with their backs to her at the desk. They seemed almost animated and were speaking in what Lady Beatrice thought was mute whispers. She glided towards them the liquor had some effect on her judgment.<br><br>“Guido!&nbsp; And.. His Honor of Her Majesty‘s High Court. How good of you to…” Lady Beatrice came fully into the room and stopped.<br><br>“Am I interrupting something?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 01:39:46</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - following Lady B</strong><br><br>Evie followed Lady B into a large office.&nbsp; She glanced around before her gaze focused on the two men sitting at the desk.&nbsp; She moved to the side, looking at Maddi and Lily to see if they were coming to stand with her.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched Lady B, wondering what was going on before them.&nbsp; Things seemed a little....tense?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 05:21:45</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She stayed close to her friends and stopped short as Lady B spoke. "What's going on Evie?", she whispered. Lily wondered what was happening since there seemed to be a little hiccup as their mentor went to the front desk. Then it dawned on her, were they busted? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 17:59:38</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong> Entering the office there was a sense of forboding instensified only when Lady Bea stopped short in her greeting. Madi shuffled close to Evie, pulling Lily close. Strength in numbers, if they were caught perhaps there was a chance to get away if the stood a united front. Silently her hand went to grasp Evie's and offer it a reassuring squeeze as she looked to their guide for a sign.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 23:26:14</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Her hand on the chair she turned it around.&nbsp; His Honor was wiggling his eye brows and waved his hands wildly to the four women but the duct tape at wrists and elbows held. Both he and Zippo made noise behind their duct tape mouths.<br><br>“Oh dear!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 23:27:15</strong>
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				<strong>THOSE WHO ARE ABOUT TO NICK A FEW BIRDS AND TWO OLD STONES</strong><br><br>The door slammed behind the four women. <br><br>Chaumont Butts cleaned his finger nails with a nasty piece of work that was a cross between a chain saw and a bayonet. <br><br>Horace Neglee&nbsp; faced the four new arrivals with his back to the door. He was the spokesperson.<br><br>“Allo, allo, allo!” Horace said, “Welcome to our kidnapping.”<br><br>“Don’t try anything brave and foolish.” Horace motioned to his companion in crime.&nbsp; “Mr Butts.”<br><br>“Buust!’ Chaumont corrected.<br><br>“Yeah.. Mr. Butts here and me don’t mind cutting down the herd if you get what I mean.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 23:33:09</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - somethings amiss....</strong><br><br>Evie starred at the two men.&nbsp; She couldn't work it out and then what she was seeing sunk in.&nbsp; They were restrained in their chairs with duct tape.&nbsp; They even had some of the vile stuff over there mouths.&nbsp; She frowned, looking at Lady B.<br><br>"I think we should get out of here, somethings not right." she said, looking around the room, she had a feeling in the pit of stomach that something bad was about to happen...<br><br>No sooner than she had the thought the door slammed and she jumped, seeing two men there, they would have been hidden behind the door.&nbsp; She gulped, holding Lily and Maddi's hands tighter.&nbsp; This was not good.&nbsp; And what was he cleaning his nails with?<br><br>Kidnapping...really...another one!!!! This was almost getting to be old news.&nbsp; She sighed, "very nice, but honestly, another kidnapping, we were hoping for something original." She said in a boring tone of voice.&nbsp; Compared to Ape and Raggy these two looked like real amateurs....<br><br>They couldn't even speak proper English!!!!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 23:42:54</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong> Again!? What the fucking hell? After a quick look at Evie, Madi pulled Lily behind her protectively. This couldn't be happening again. "A kidnapping? Are you fools serious? We're not worth much and damaged goods," she snarled, hoping that perhaps she could dissuade the men from taking them. Afterall she and Evie were two hellcats that they probably wouldn't want to deal with even while being injured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 01:17:27</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- seriously?????</strong><br><br>When she saw the two men duct taped to the chair, Lily didn't so much go into a panic. But then the doors closed and word of a kidnapping? <br><br>Madi pushed Lily behind her, but something snapped, Lily pictured never seeing Sir again. Her hands balled into fists, rage growing in her belly. Sure Evie and Madi were the hellcats, but this was just too much. <br><br>Lily charged, hells bells blazing. Her fists swung wildly, she pummeled the one without the weapon, she cared not for her safety. "I am not going with you!" She screamed, hitting anything she could strike. She was not losing her chance to be happy with Sir, and if it took risking her life, then so be it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 06:30:55</strong>
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				<strong>Horace Neglee&nbsp; and Chaumont Butts</strong><br><br>Horace had issued lots of ultimatums before. It started at 7 on the play ground. By the time he was 8 he had his pick of box lunches, a pocket full of lunch money and any bike he fancied riding right up to the 6th grade hall. At no time in his career had any ever snapped.<br><br>Horace was stunned. Which explained why Lily was kicking his ass so badly as he curled up against the door protecting his nibbly bits from another devastating blow.&nbsp; <br><br>Chaumont was still picking his nails when the attack occurred. He was not one to interfere in a personal vendetta.&nbsp; Besides Horace was attacked by a girl. Surely to god the man could manage one girl. <br><br>Horace gasped for breath and screamed in a mezzo soprano, “Get this psycho bitch off me Butts!!” <br><br>Butts folded the blade into his pocket and reached for Lily with one hand. His other was peeled back to his shoulder ready to give her a well aimed punch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 08:45:34</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - goooo Lily</strong><br><br>Evie watched in stunned amazement as Lily suddenly lost it and threw herself quite literally at one of the two men.&nbsp; Evie was stunned fora moment, then she knew Lily needed help.<br><br>She saw the second man move, ready to help his comrade and she knew the time was now.&nbsp; She leapt across the room and flew towards his arm, grabbing it and clinging to him like a limpit.&nbsp; "Maddi, help would be good" she said, "looks like these frogs need a lesson from some real women." She said to her friend.<br><br>"Dont try to hit her you bastard.&nbsp; I'm not afraid of you.&nbsp; Only one man scares me, and you aint him..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 11:42:36</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ Duck Girl grew a pair!</strong>&nbsp; There was a blur and then Lilly was atop one of the two would be kidnappers. It was definitely a sight to behold and Madi had been content with letting her friend get it all out of her system. Until the other decided to join in. She rushed forward, her body hunched over while aiming low. From this position her shoulder would plow right into the slime's stomach while her fist which was close to her chest would go for the jewels. It was the scene from the dance studio all over again and there was not a chance that Madi would allow herself to lose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 05:43:04</strong>
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				<strong>Lily- for the last time it was a SWAN!</strong><br><br>She felt an arm pull at her to get her off the little weasel, then all hell broke loose. Evie joined in, then poor Madi. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but Lily came there for a manicure, not to be hauled off by some thugs. <br><br>She continued to swing and hit, making sure to avoid her friends. She could see blood on her knuckles and wasn't sure if it was her's or the little chimp she was hitting. She just knew she had to fight, not just for her, bit for the women she was with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 18:50:12</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br><br>Her girls, she thought of them in those endear terms, her girls were having&nbsp; a row with the two cretins trying to kidnap them. Those brave young woman enlivened her and she did what any blue blooded woman of excellent breeding would have done.&nbsp; <br><br>She jammed her hand into her hand bag. Swirled around reaching this and that until her fingers identified the one item besides the safe that would come in handy for situations like this. She pulled out BABY.&nbsp; <br><br>She pointed the business end of BABY in the general direction of the door.&nbsp; She aimed for a spot just above the head of Mr. Butts.<br><br>“BUST!!” <br><br>And used both hands to keep BABY pointed as she pulled the trigger. BABY erupted like Mount St. Helen. It was the crack of thunder at ground zero. Fire leaped from the barrel. The wall above the door shatter in splinters that reigned down on the party of five. It left several people in the room with their ears ringing.<br><br>“I said Cease and Desist, Villains.”<br><br>It was too late. The girls were by themselves. The broken door lay out in the corridor and two pair of heavy footsteps echoed faintly far far away down the hallway. The kidnappers had made their escape.<br><br>“Oh my! Well done my brave lovies!” Lady Beatrice said cheerfully. “Come give a hand and lets release Guido and His Right Honorable from their bindings.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 02:32:13</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - holy fuck a BLUNDERBUSSSSSS</strong><br><br>Right now the scene around Evie and the girls was just surreal.&nbsp; There was Lady Beatrice, a refined woman - one who has probably had tea with the Queen; who had a bag that had been made by the same company that provided Mary Poppins with her bag - holding a weapon that had gone out of production some 150 years ago.&nbsp; Infact it looked as if it should be in a musuem, where people wearing white gloves fussed over it.<br><br>Instead it had just been fired and taken the top part of the door out.&nbsp; The two would be kidnappers (amateurs) had gone, tails between their legs.&nbsp; Beatrice had once again saved the day.<br><br>Evie grinned, "gee B, you dont do things by half do you?" she said as she moved to Guido and undid the tape on his wrists and mouth.<br><br>"So, I'm guessing they werent impressed with their treatments?" she asked him, giving him a cheeky smile as she gestured over her shoulder towards the door and the way the would be kidnappers had run....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 03:25:11</strong>
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				<strong>Madison~ BANG! and Poof!</strong> They were a mass of limbs before an explosion went off somewhere above her. Madison squealed and covered her head as she tumbled to the ground while the one she attacked made a run for it. Panting the girl slowly uprighted herself now sporting a swelling left eye and a split lip. "I don't think there's any hope in making this look good," she joked with a soft chuckle before assisting with the two taped up men. "I suppose we came just in time!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 17:16:22</strong>
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				<strong>Lily - and away they go!</strong><br><br>She didn't see Lady B reach in her bag, she was in the thick of the fight was the trigger was pulled and things shattered. As the men ran, Lily was flung onto her ass to the ground. She sat there for a moment and saw how bloody and ripped apart her hands were before looking up at the others.<br><br>"I-I don't know what got into me. I'm sorry, I could have gotten you all killed." Her hands went up to her hair and her head went down. Tears filled her eyes, knowing now how much she put them all at risk. "I am so sorry," she whispered again as tears filled her pretty eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 20:48:54</strong>
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				<strong>LADY BEATRICE</strong><br><br>Lady Beatrice dropped BABY into her hand bag as Madi and Evie untapped the two men from their chairs. It was Guido who gave the two girls hugs and pecks on both cheeks. It was also Guido who tucked each one under his arm and stepped to Lily.<br><br>She got the same treatment. <br><br>“For you!&nbsp; Anything!! Let’s go to the storage room and untapped my staff .&nbsp; I am debt to you…how you say..ummm.. For life.”<br><br>He wiped Lily’s tears on his Giovanni shirt. “I weep for your nails.&nbsp; We must do something quickly. I promise to fix everything so you don’t cry Bellas.” he told them all as he walked down the hall with them in tow. <br><br>The door opened to the storage room. <br><br>“My staff,” he announced pointing to 18 people duct taped to each other. <br><br>He said something in French and the whole group nodded. There were mute cheers all around. <br><br>“Viva la Bellas!!!” Guido cheered as he helped tear duct tape off the manager of facials.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College Goodfellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 22:33:59</strong>
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				<strong>Madison</strong> Hearing Lily's sobs almost made Madison groan and roll her eyes. The poor girl had done nothing more than protect herself and that was nothing that required an apology. After returning Guido's hug Madi smiled and looked to her distraught friend. "Did you honestly think we were going to let those fools take us? Don't be sorry. You should be proud of yourself! I'm sure your Sir would be too!" she encouraged before following the spa owner to the storage shed. With them all working together it wouldn't be long before the staff of 18 were free. With each rip and tug of the duct tape she offered an apologetic smile. It was sticky business and surely several people would have sore spots.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 01:45:52</strong>
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				<strong>Evie </strong><br><br>Evie smiled at Lily as she started to apologise.&nbsp; "Stop it, you did nothing to be sorry about.&nbsp; You stood up for yourself, and about bloody time that you did" she said, "we'll turn you into a hell cat yet" she grinned, looking at Guido and the other man, glad they weren't hurt.<br><br>When they saw the other workers all taped up Evie got stuck in helping them get free, pulling off tape and apologising for hurting them.&nbsp; Duct tape had quite a nasty bite to it.&nbsp; She was sure all those who used it had a sadistic streak. <br><br>Once everyone was free Evie stood with Lily and Madi, wondering what else this very strange day was going to throw at them...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 21:38:45</strong>
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				<strong>Lily</strong><br><br>She looked up and saw the other girls helping free the staff. Their words meant so much to her. Lily rose and moved to them, her tears drying. "I love you guys, you're my family and I just wanted to protect you. I didn't know what we would do if they took us, I couldn't bear to be separated from you again." She stood there, a new girl, ready to fight for her family, no matter what the outcome would have been. They gave her strength and Lily no longer regretted her actions. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 05:25:37</strong>
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				<strong>GUIDO - Decisions, decisions</strong><br><br>Guido had tears in his eyes. His smile seemed lopsided as parts of what had once been a full mustache now took on the look of a rather solid case of mange. He motioned for his cheering staff to follow as he embraced the three young women.<br><br>“I am in your debt for all my life. Permit the staff to show our gratitude. Give them the works!” Guido said with a flare so famous of the French.<br><br>The staff descended upon the three women. Everyone talking at once as they were escorted to the set up room. A menu with pictures of everything from nails to hot rock therapy complete with music from Tibet. There was even a stuffed Yeti, who’s shambling head touched the ceiling, graced one corner of the room to give it that Oriental ambiance so vital in these types of spas.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's Private College: GoodFellow's Depart of Stressed Art &amp; Fretted Music</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 02:04:05</strong>
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				<strong>Evie - the full works</strong><br><br>Evie was carried along on the flow of the grateful employees of the Spa.&nbsp; She looked at the other two, frowning at them, trying to actually gain back some control but she was being taken towards other areas. <br><br>"Look....I" she started to protest, but they were not listening.&nbsp; She was sat in a chair, her feet on a foot stool.&nbsp; Someone showed her some photos, she was handed champagne.&nbsp; She sipped it, looking at the pictures.&nbsp; She might as well enjoy it.<br><br>"I'll have those" she said, pointing to a picture of bright red talon like nails.&nbsp; She had never had nails before.&nbsp; It might be fun.&nbsp; They could be a dangerous weapon....she thought of the Ape and actually felt a pang of sorrow.&nbsp; Was she actually missing him?<br><br>
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