The Academy for Slaves
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				Title: <strong>The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>10-11-2013, 23:16:21</strong>
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				Hardin Tasker is waiting in his office for the next person who wants to see him.&nbsp; It has been a busy day but his secretary buzzes him.<br><br>"Your next appointment is here, Master.&nbsp; May your slave admit this one?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>11-11-2013, 00:11:46</strong>
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				Headmaster presses the unlock button on his deck, making audible click from the door and says to the intercom <strong>"Yes, you may."</strong> closing the intercom. <br><br>In walks two overly muscular men, in dark suits. Neighter of them says anything, when they drop an large aircraft luggage bag on the floor.<strong> "She´s yours. Work your magic on her, like those before her."</strong> The man who spoke, handed the headmaster an file, and his partner knelt and opened the bag, pulling an seemingly drugged and naked <strong>Alina</strong> from the bag. The goon that spoke before, waits the headmaster to check the file and continues<strong> "Customer wants to know, how long it takes to mold her into mindless fucktoy. What can I inform him?" </strong><br><br><strong>Alina </strong>was left laying on the floor, her hands and feet tied with duct tape and over her mouth, there was an motocross mask, with line to small tank of Entonox, keep her under.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>11-11-2013, 00:27:05</strong>
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				Hardin looked at them.&nbsp; "It depends on each one.&nbsp; And tell your boss that if all he wants is a mindless fuck toy, all he has to do is keep her sedated.&nbsp; Wake her up enough to eat and perform necessary functions and them put her back in her box.&nbsp; We make slaves here.<br><br>"Remember, one of the most pleasant things about owning a slave is the opportunity to converse with her, to listen to her,<br>to hear her express herself, her feelings and her ideas.&nbsp; One can learn much from a slave.&nbsp; Many slaves are highly intelligent.&nbsp; They can express themselves articulately,clearly, trenchantly and lyrically.&nbsp; It is a great pleasure to talk with them.&nbsp; Then, when one wishes, one puts them again on their knees.&nbsp; We expect our slaves to be able to be able to intelligently discuss and sometimes passionately disagree with her Master's politics -- all while sitting at his feet naked in a collar."<br><br>They looked at him, shook their heads and left.<br><br>Jason stood up, shut off the gas and took the mask off her face.&nbsp; They knew what they were doing.&nbsp; He would give her time for the drugs to wear off and then he would talk to her.&nbsp; He wasn't in any hurry to remove her bonds other than the tape over her mouth.
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				Post by: <strong>arthenwel</strong> on <strong>11-11-2013, 03:17:16</strong>
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				Corbin Lane had been called to the headmaster's office for his next assignment. He had only had two previous assignments, but he was looking forward to the next one. The headmaster had always given him good assignments. When he reached the office the headmaster was already in a meeting. He met with the secretary/slave. She was a pretty young thing. "Let the headmaster know that I am here for our meeting. Also, inform me when he is ready to see me, if you don't mind." He said this all in an kind, but authoritative manner. Then, he sat in the waiting room.
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				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>11-11-2013, 07:44:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;Cassie opened her eyes slowly, she could hear two men speaking about money and knew she was in a car.&nbsp; The last thing she remembered was walking home. She sat up&nbsp; rubbing her eyes still unable to focus,her vision still blurry as well as her thoughts.&nbsp; "How are you feeling sweetheart?" The&nbsp; man asked in a soft voice. Cassie curled her legs up wrapping her arms around her knees. ""Where are we?" She asked as the car pulled up in front of the school. The men didn't answer her question instead one exited the vehicle and walked around opening her door holding out his hand. "Come with me, and remain silent."<br><br>Cassie eased out of the car looking at the building. "Is this a school? " her tone questioning.&nbsp; The man grabbed her arm tightly, "didn't I tell you to keep silent?" His hand pulled back and swung slapping her face firmly, causing her to scream out from the shock. Her cheek turned the intend red in color. <br><br>Cassie continued walking holding her hand to her burning face.&nbsp; As they reached the office&nbsp; inside the man made a phone call "Ye..we are here." He then hung up shooting her a knowing grin that sent chills up her spin. Cassie looked at him then down to the floor. "Are you going to kill me" Her words were shaky as she tried not to let her fear get that better of her. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>11-11-2013, 08:16:56</strong>
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				Minutes passed, before <strong>Alina</strong> was getting out from the gas induced sleep. Last thing she remembered was boarding an private jet on her way to the boarding school. blinking her eyes she tried to get her bearings. When she noticed the outlines of the room, and bit by bit zooming to the knick-knacks in it, she tried to speak and out came an raspy voice <strong>"Where am I?"</strong><br><br>She had not even noticed her bindings or her nude state yet.
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				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>11-11-2013, 19:25:53</strong>
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				Mindy was working late on a Tuesday night on her research project. She had just run a test and it was successful. She knew that all her work had paid off, and that there would be an announcement soon from her company, as well as hopefully a nice promotion for her. She slumped back in her chair and smiled. Mindy thought she should celebrate her work and decided to stop and have a drink on the way home from work at Nick's. She had been there once before when she graduated from college. <br><br>Walking in she found it almost deserted. Well, it was a Tuesday night and she had gone on a Saturday night when it was really busy. She sat at the bar and was about to order when a man sat down at the stool next to hers. He introduced himself as Steve. Mindy didn't have a boyfriend and hadn't even gone out for the last year, because she was so focused on her work. He chatted with her, and offered to buy her a drink. She smiled and thanked him and asked for glass of white wine. "Make it special Tony", the man said to the bartender, which was their code for adding something extra to her drink.<br><br>Mindy enjoyed all the attention he was giving her as she sipped on her drink. After she finished it, she gave him her phone number and said how she enjoyed talking with him tonight. Then she got up and staggered a bit as she tried to leave. "Guess I should of had something to eat first. That wine really got to me. Maybe I better take a cab home." The man helped her walk out the door and called a cab for her. While they were waiting for the cab, a car pulled up to the curb next to them. "Hey it's my friend Mike. He can take you home", Steve said. Mindy said that she could wait, but Steve insisted and opened the car door and pushed her inside. The car sped off and that was all Mindy remembered as she soon passed out.<br><br>She was still groggy when she awakened. She was still in the car, but her wrists were taped together behind her back, and her wrists and ankles were taped together too. Another piece to tape was over her lips to keep her quiet and a burlap sack was over her head, held in place by a drawstring that kept it on her head. Her only consolation was that her skirt, blouse, and heels were still on. She was confused as to what was going on. Had she been kidnapped? Steve noticed her starting to move and gave her a shot of a sedative in her arm, and she dozed off again. "Sweet dreams babe", he said laughing as she slumped back in her seat, "Your nightmare is about to begin."<br><br>They pulled up the back of a building and carried her inside, depositing her on the floor in one of rooms. Steve told someone there about Mindy before collecting his finder's fee. He gave Mike his portion and they headed out the door.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>12-11-2013, 04:18:17</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=189733.msg9178221#msg9178221">Quote from: Miroque on 11-11-2013, 08:16:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Minutes passed, before <strong>Alina</strong> was getting out from the gas induced sleep. Last thing she remembered was boarding an private jet on her way to the boarding school. blinking her eyes she tried to get her bearings. When she noticed the outlines of the room, and bit by bit zooming to the knick-knacks in it, she tried to speak and out came an raspy voice <strong>"Where am I?"</strong><br><br>She had not even noticed her bindings or her nude state yet.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Just relax until the gas wears off.&nbsp; Those clowns in recruiting get carried away sometimes." said Hardin Tasker.&nbsp; He looked her nude body over carefully.&nbsp; She wasn't bad looking girl, he thought, although her hair needed to be fixed up.&nbsp; Well she could take care of that later.<br><br>"To answer your question, you are now in school."<br><br>He grinned at her puzzled look and continued, "This is what you might call a finishing school.&nbsp; You see there are those of us who believe that girls really need to be polished up a bit.&nbsp; Once we have done that, then you will be entitled to have the title of slave.&nbsp; Now let's get you out of those bonds and into some decent clothing."<br><br>She looked relieved at the idea although she wouldn't be when she saw the school uniform which consisted of stockings a garter belt (what the British called suspenders) and high heels.&nbsp; Jason always though that was enough dress for a woman.<br><br>"Alright," he said after taking off the bonds that confined her.&nbsp; "Put this on."&nbsp; &nbsp;He handed her the school uniform.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>12-11-2013, 05:14:57</strong>
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				They brought Mindy in and put her on the couch in Hardin's office.&nbsp; Just then they brought in another girl.&nbsp; Fortunately this one was still walking.&nbsp; She immediately stared at the semi-conscious girl on the couch.<br><br>"Don't worry about her," Hardin said.&nbsp; "She's just sleepy.&nbsp; She will be fine in a few minutes.&nbsp; Why don't you have a seat."<br><br>It only took a few minutes before Mindy woke and looked around puzzled.<br><br>"Alright girls.&nbsp; I know you are confused.&nbsp; This is the Academy for Slaves.&nbsp; We take young women and turn them into polished courtesans for our clients.&nbsp; They are wealthy men who will give you a very good life as long as you serve them properly."<br><br>He sat down at his desk and checked the paperwork.&nbsp; Then he looked up and said, "Mindy, you will be meeting your instructor, Master Corbin and Cassie you will be with Master Francois.<br><br>"They will both be here in just a few minutes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>12-11-2013, 11:04:42</strong>
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				When the man knelt to <strong>Alina</strong> and used an small letter opener to cut the duct tapes on her wrists and feets, she noticed in her horror, how nude she was. Quickly trying to cover herself with her hands, she started to understand what the man was saying, and it froze her heart. She remained silent, form fear and humility of the situation, and as the small bundle of clothings were thrown at her, she tried her best to but them on, atleast they were some clothings. <br><br><em>'Slave?'</em> was the only thing that struct her mind. As the second girl was brought in, she could not bear looking at her covering her nipples and pussy with her hands, eyes lowered to the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnw42</strong> on <strong>12-11-2013, 13:22:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/kinghu/b54c3657-5ba3-4cc4-ac7a-5e94055adebc.jpg)</div>Despite his unhappy mood fueled the piss-poor coffee that was served to him in a Styrofoam cup by a less than tidy employee, M. de Rieu had to admit that so far the organization had been impeccable. He couldn't blame the Academy for his plane's early arrival, and at exactly the scheduled time, Susan, a beautiful woman in a sexy and expensive outfit was there with a driver in white gloves to pick him up along with his enormous trunks. <br><br>The limo was spotless, the new issue of "Bind Me" and a few other brand new accessories catalogs were carefully arranged in the appropriate trays at his disposal. They even went as far as to include in the mini-bar his favorite drink,&nbsp; a Laphroaig (15 year old), the best single malt from Scotland, and thus the universe. These Yankees could still learn a thing or two in the good things of this world, but one couldn't deny that "service" here had a much deeper meaning than on the other side of the Atlantic.<br><br>To top it all, Susan passed his acid test with flying colors. Gently asking her to show her buttocks and open them wide for him, she immediately -but not hurriedly- complied, with a grace, a delicacy, and a smile of gratitude that showed the level of her education and bode only the best of things for his new tenure. He enjoyed the way her fingernails adorned with a white a small white pearl elegantly pulled away her G-string for his expert appreciation.<br><br>As he walked to meet Hardin Tasker, he couldn't help wonder how a man so young could reach this position and felt a little bit jealous and bitter when he thought of his recent predicaments. <br><br>Enough qualms, he said to himself, he was a professional, one of the best, and the place was ideally located, the facilities gorgeous, everything neat and organized.<br><br>The handshake was firm, and respectful, everything around the man and the school conveyed a sincere desire to achieve perfection, and he couldn't help saying so to his employer "I thank you for trusting me. I didn't hope for so enjoyable working conditions and I can only assume that my office and the other training rooms will be up to the level shown so far."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>12-11-2013, 14:19:50</strong>
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				Cassie had been escorted into the office along with another girl who had obviously been drugged. Although Cassie was awake unlike the other girl, she had remained calm up till now as she knew panic would just make things worse. She wanted to know what she was doing here and why this man spoke of this being a slave school, and serving some wealthy man who would at some point buy them. It didn't make any sense and it had to be illegal. <br><br>Cassie quickly noticed the awkwardly shy girl attempting the shield her nude body. She had been luckier so far a she still was slightly covered by her panties and bra, she had also worked long enough being photographed posing with others in less than pure simulated scenes for adult pleasures, that she was not particularly shy about her body being exposed.&nbsp; Although it had mostly been strictly business a point had come where the photographer had begun making inappropriate advances to the under aged girls and Cassie immediately quit. <br><br>She may have appeared brave or slightly unfazed up until now to what was happening around her, but that was far from what she really felt. The disbelief that this actually went on in this world was something she couldn't get around. "Excuse me but what in the hell does that mean? You expect us to serve some perverted old rich man and what..you are going to teach us how to serve?" her tone was that of agitation. She did however lower to sit on the couch shacking the other girl hoping to wake her up. "Wake up, please."<br><br>It crossed her mind to just take her chances and bolt from the room and hope she could get away, she was young and fast and it might be worth a try. But just as that thought began to grow a man entered the office. He had a look of power and confidence which made her wonder what his role in all of this was. Cassie had always been endlessly curious and full of questions which wasn't always to her benefit. The man who had previously begun speaking to the girls had mentioned the names of a teacher they would each be meeting, maybe thats who he was one of the teachers. Pulling her legs up to the couch she wrapped her arms around them and stared at the two men intently.
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				Post by: <strong>arthenwel</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 04:49:59</strong>
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				Corbin had nearly drifted off when the secretary decided to call him in. He stood up and smoothed the front of his dark blue suit. He walked into the room after he knocked. He strode up to the headmaster and greeted him. "Good evening headmaster. I believe you wished to speak with me of some...special matters?" He glanced over to the two fresh faces. They were rather cute and seemed to be terrified. He continued to study them out of the corner of his eyes until the headmaster started talking.
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				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 04:56:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=189733.msg9184126#msg9184126">Quote from: johnw42 on 12-11-2013, 13:22:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The handshake was firm, and respectful, everything around the man and the school conveyed a sincere desire to achieve perfection, and he couldn't help saying so to his employer "I thank you for trusting me. I didn't hope for so enjoyable working conditions and I can only assume that my office and the other training rooms will be up to the level shown so far."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I am sure you will find everything here up to the highest standards, François."<br><br>He caught the cringe on the part of the new Master.&nbsp; He smiled.&nbsp; "This is America and we are rather informal.&nbsp; Please call me Jason."<br><br>He looked at his computer.&nbsp; "Oh yes, you are to be the Master for Cassie.&nbsp; She will prove a good slave, I have no doubt.&nbsp; Of course she will need a firm hand as most of them do.&nbsp; We have different styles but I see, from looking over your résumé and paperwork that you have not yet completed all your forms."<br><br>He handed over the rest of the paperwork and François looked at it.<br><br>"But I completed this," he said.<br><br>"Hardin checked again and was slightly embarrassed to find he had.&nbsp; "Sorry, I didn't see it.&nbsp; You are right, of course.&nbsp; Then you can proceed to orient her.&nbsp; Good luck."<br><br>He smiled and shook his new teacher's hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 05:03:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=189733.msg9187749#msg9187749">Quote from: arthenwel on 13-11-2013, 04:49:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Corbin had nearly drifted off when the secretary decided to call him in. He stood up and smoothed the front of his dark blue suit. He walked into the room after he knocked. He strode up to the headmaster and greeted him. "Good evening headmaster. I believe you wished to speak with me of some...special matters?" He glanced over to the two fresh faces. They were rather cute and seemed to be terrified. He continued to study them out of the corner of his eyes until the headmaster started talking.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Yes, Corbin, thank you for coming so quickly."<br><br>Hardin looked at the two girls.&nbsp; "These two are already assigned but I would like you to deal with a girl in one of our reception rooms who is waiting for you.&nbsp; Her name is Mindy and she is in room 3.&nbsp; She is probably still tied up but she is awake.&nbsp; Feel free to handle her as you think best."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 05:22:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=189733.msg9183859#msg9183859">Quote from: Miroque on 12-11-2013, 11:04:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">When the man knelt to <strong>Alina</strong> and used an small letter opener to cut the duct tapes on her wrists and feets, she noticed in her horror, how nude she was. Quickly trying to cover herself with her hands, she started to understand what the man was saying, and it froze her heart. She remained silent, form fear and humility of the situation, and as the small bundle of clothings were thrown at her, she tried her best to but them on, atleast they were some clothings. <br><br><em>'Slave?'</em> was the only thing that struct her mind. As the second girl was brought in, she could not bear looking at her covering her nipples and pussy with her hands, eyes lowered to the floor.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>When Corbin left with Mindy, Hardin could turn to Alina.&nbsp; He had decided that he would keep her for himself for a while.<br><br>"Well little girl," he said to Alina, "it's time to get you into your school uniform.&nbsp; Let me just take off those bonds so you can move."<br><br>OOC: <em>Made a mistake in the names.</em><br><br>He leaned over and took off her restraints.&nbsp; He watched as she stood up and stretched out.<br><br>"That's better.&nbsp; Now I want you to change into your new school uniform."<br><br>He walked over to a bureau and opened a drawer.&nbsp; He pulled out a small bundle with her stockings and garter belt and then got a pair of high heels.&nbsp; He already knew her sizes.&nbsp; That information had been supplied.&nbsp; He handed her the clothing and told her to put it on.<br><br>She looked at it in wonder.&nbsp; He knew she would ask where was the rest or at least where she was to change and he would tell her that was all there was and to put it on here.&nbsp; He was anticipating that.
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				Post by: <strong>arthenwel</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 06:02:21</strong>
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				Corbin thanked the headmaster and walked out of the office. He pulled out his set of keeys and proceeded to the prescribed office. He unlocked the door and carefullt entered the room. Yo never knew what a new girl woul try when in this situation. He closed the door and smiled with satisfaction as he heard the lick qutomatically clicinto place. He looked at the girl that the headmaster informed him of. "Mindy? How much have.e you been told?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticEnvy</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 19:50:50</strong>
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				The night she had been kidnapped started out just like many of the others had. She had a few drinks got flirty with a few guys and ended up heading home with one of them. Little did she know at that point she had picked the wrong one to head home with that evening. <br><br>Soon enough she realized what was going on and began to panic scratching and clawing trying anyways to free herself as she was restrained. She was sure he was going to knock her out but the man seemed to be in well control of his emotions. Soon enough he had threatened her enough to calm her down and she then decided it might be easier just to go along with things, at least until she had the chance to escape.<br><br>Little did she know that chance would not come as quickly as she had hoped. Being practically dragged into some office of sorts she glanced around looking for some kind of indication on where she might be. A sign on the desk which read headmaster and had a name with it was the only thing she could find and once she had calmed herself a little more she had flashes of what the place had looked like beforehand. In all honesty it had seemed just like a school. <br><br>Luckily her slight scuffle with the man on her way over hadn't mangled her clothes to much though she had lost her bottoms and a portion of her shirt at some point. At this point she didn't even care though she just wanted a way out of here.
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				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>14-11-2013, 05:02:54</strong>
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				Mindy was taken inside and put on the couch. The men removed the burlap bag over her head, and the tape over her lips. She was still soundly asleep, and her head rolled back. <br><br>She woke up to hear a man talking about training. Why did they have to bring me directly to training from work, wouldn't it have been easier to have her just drive here, she thought. She wasn't thinking clearly yet, and brought her head up to look around. She seen two other women with her. One was in her panties and bra and the other was nude. She half smiled and said "You two better go get dressed before class begins." Then Mindy rolled her head to the side and fell back asleep. She didn't hear anything else the man had said about being slaves. If she hadn't been so groggy she might have asked why they had put tape on her so she couldn't move much.<br><br>(Continuing in Corbin's Classroom thread)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>14-11-2013, 16:57:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=189733.msg9183859#msg9183859">Quote from: Miroque on 12-11-2013, 11:04:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>'Slave?'</em> was the only thing that struct her mind. As the second girl was brought in, she could not bear looking at her covering her nipples and pussy with her hands, eyes lowered to the floor.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Hardin was delighted with his new slave's reactions.&nbsp; He loved when they were embarrassed.&nbsp; It was such a delightful and gentle way to dominate them.<br><br>He looked her over carefully from head to toe as if he were doing to buy a pet (which in a way, he had).&nbsp; He saw her blush even more.&nbsp; Well, on to business.<br><br>"Yes, you are now a slave.&nbsp; You are here to be trained to please men.&nbsp; Me for now and then you will learn how to adapt to others and learn their pleasures also.&nbsp; There is a great deal for you to learn so let's get started, shall we?<br><br>"The first thing we had better do is get you ready.&nbsp; I see you have dressed but I guess I got distracted and got ahead of myself.&nbsp; After all, I don't want you to be embarrassed walking around like that."<br><br>He thought he saw some hope in her eyes and supressed his smile.<br><br>"Come with me please."&nbsp; He led her through a door into a spacious adjoining bathroom.&nbsp; It was a complete and luxurious facility with a large bathtub.<br><br>"Why don't you take those clothes off, dear, and I will just give you a bath."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>14-11-2013, 17:15:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A<strong>lina</strong> kept covering herself, when she followed the clearly head of the place, as rest of the men were greeting him, not vice versa. She still could not believe what the man spoke about slavery, when she started to disrobe, her back at <strong>Hardin</strong>. When she finished, she climbed into the bathtub, shivering from cold and humility of the situation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 04:56:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hardin found her delightful as she stepped into the tub.&nbsp; "Just have a seat, dear, the water is warm."<br><br>He began to run it as soon as she started to sit.&nbsp; There was instant hot water so he knew she wouldn't be cold.&nbsp; "Now we are going to wash you," he told her with a grin as he reached for the soap.&nbsp; "Got to get you ready."<br><br>He rubbed some on his hands and then began to wash her.&nbsp; She tried to shrink away but there was no place for her to go.<br><br>As he slid his hands over her soft skin, he enjoyed the feeling immensely.&nbsp; He slid his hands over her breasts and then headed down wondering how she would react.<br><br>(OOC: Sorry for the delayed post.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 18:04:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd395/TawneyThorn/sensual-secretary-10010220_zps88938491.jpg) (http://s1217.photobucket.com/user/TawneyThorn/media/sensual-secretary-10010220_zps88938491.jpg.html)</div> <br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Susan Stacks- Secretary </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong>(NPC Character)</strong></div><hr><br>Susan had been painting her nails and nibbling on some chocolates one of her many gentleman admirers had sent her when the two men who shared a brain cell dragged the poor girl into the office like an old suit case. "You under educated, over sized barbarians go on now get out." She rushed over to the girl, her heels clinking across the floor and her breasts nearly flooding out of her blouse as she knelt down pushing the girls hair from her face. "Oh you poor dear, come..come.. lets get you on the couch and let me look you over."<br><br>She helped Alexis up to the couch and began looking her over, probably a little more than she should after all she was a sexy little thing and no one was looking why not sneak a peek or two who would it hurt? "Those animals didn't harm you did they?" Susan ran a lingering hand up the girls leg sighing before she stood back up and scurried back to her desk tapping on the buzzer a few times. "Sir...Sir are you there? A lovely package has arrived for you and is in my office shall I bring her in for you now to look over before we call in that sexy teacher Mr. Kyle Young to collect her?" She let the button go and looked over to Alexis, "Mr. Young is quite handsome, he could teach me anytime." The over sexed secretary giggled to herself at the thought as she awaited a response from her boss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 22:09:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Listen to me you airhead," said Hardin a bit jealously, "<em>Master</em> Young is no more sexy than the rest of us here.&nbsp; If you didn't focus all your energy on your ovaries you might recognize that."<br><br>You really should be a blonde, he thought.&nbsp; But that can be reconciled if I want.<br><br>"Bring her in and send for Master Young so I can introduce them."<br><br>"I will spank <em>you</em> later," he muttered under his breath as he waited for the new girl to be brought in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticEnvy</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 22:18:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexis was thankful the woman had run off the men who had dragged her in here. She shook her head indicating that they hadn't hurt her though she wanted to ask if she could leave. She had no clue where she was or why she was here. For some reason however Alexis couldn't find her words and she was left quite helplessly watching the woman as she looked over her being a little to close for her own comfort. Clearing her throat listening as the woman spoke to 'her boss' she cringed hearing her mentioning things like lovely package and being collected. Immediately she began looking around in an attempt to plan her escape route. Perhaps once she was with the man, she had always had better luck with them than women anyways.<br><br>Blinking a few times she looked towards the woman with a raised eyebrow hearing something about her being introduced to a Master. She wasn't interested in meeting anyone. Finally she had found her voice again and was able to squeak out. "I... I really should be going... I mean I am sure I can meet this ... sexy man some other time?" She even threw out a sweet smile hoping to win the woman over that way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 22:55:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Susan just laughed at the mention of ovaries thinking he was such a man. She shook her head and hung up the phone. "Spank me later, ...ovaries...blonde. I mean really who does he think I am one of his flunkies?" She walked over to the frightened girl and took her hand "come with me dear the Master beckons us." she smirked. "I am sorry love however home is not where you will be going , but I'm sure you will enjoy it here." she leaned in "so many hawt teachers to play with." <br><br>She dropped her off at the office and then went and called Mr Young leaving a message. "Hey there Mr. Young you need to bring that sexy bod of yours up here you have a student waiting. " with that she hung up and went on with her day. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnw42</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 18:09:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				François de Rieu entered Susan's office and wondered if he was the sexy man this cutie was mentioning to the delightful Susan with whom he had shared a nice time in the limo.<br><br>"Terribly sorry to disturb you Susan as you must be awfully busy with the organization and such, but is it OK to order some food and drinks, or should I just pick up what I need at the cafeteria? Lovely dress by the way, and it's good to see you work with such a happy mood. I'm sure a few students here could definitely learn from your good attitude."<br><br>He threw a scornful glare to the young woman who was probably waiting to be introduced to Mr Tasker. Let her deal with that comment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 20:43:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Susan had been in the midst of escorting the girl to the head masters office when Francois entered the office. She flashed him a seductive smile and finished moving the girl into Hadin's office. As she shut the door she turned leaning on it looking the teacher over. God the men at this school were so tasty looking she often fantasized of having them all ravage her body. Susan shook her head to regain her thoughts as she pushed from the door and stepped over to her desk.<br><br>"Of course Mr. Rieu feel free to use my phone or anything else you may need." Every move she made was suggestive of sex and meant to induce all thoughts on that one subject, after all she was the first any gentleman would see upon coming to purchase one of these lovely girls after their training was complete. It was but a marketing tool that worked wonders on potential buyers. Mr. Hardin was a smart man as hiring her was of course his idea when he put together this successful training school.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnw42</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 23:34:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Francois reached an employee who helped him with his order on the phone, and his package would be ready in a few minutes. At the same time he was ostensibly checking the voluptuous vixen who was busy tantalizing him, crossing and uncrossing her legs, her beautiful french manicured hands playing with her large glasses, and he wondered if she had been trained by the headmaster himself. <br><br>He approached a finger to her lips which he found extremely stimulating. "You have style Susan, and I hope you will find time soon to visit my classroom, I have been provided with an elite equipment that would certainly be the perfect case for a jewel like yourself, give me finger to suck please."<br><br>He liked her taste. "My apologies, dear <em>Mademoiselle</em>, I have duty awaiting me but my hope is that we will meet again, soon". He bowed and left.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 04:49:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div style="text-align: left;">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd395/TawneyThorn/a83ded84-63ab-4f2a-a650-25d2ef5aaeb5_zpsaf6f0b39.jpg) (http://s1217.photobucket.com/user/TawneyThorn/media/a83ded84-63ab-4f2a-a650-25d2ef5aaeb5_zpsaf6f0b39.jpg.html)</div> Any gal would be lucky to have this sexy hunk of a man spankin their cute little asses, she thought to herself. She had to admit she did delight in flirting and exciting the men that came through this office and why not she had needs to and she was willing unlike all these inexperienced tarts that they trained all day.&nbsp; <br><br>Susan arched her brow and smiled with a twinkle in her eye. She wasn't sure if he wanted her to suck his finger or vice versa but she was all to happy to oblige either way. She parted her lips and grinned at him "Darlin was that me sucking on your finger or did you have a desire to suck on mine?" She smirked at him but hey you never know now do you? <br><br>As he requested her to visit his classroom sometime she gave an agreeable nod. "Don't you worry honey I understand work comes first, and then the real fun begins" she laughed with that and spun back towards her paper work and continued taking care of business.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 13:07:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle Young reciieved the message from Susan and smiled. She certainly was an outspoken personality if ever he had seen one. He set down the design he had been working on and went to the wardrobe and put on a simple suit shirt to go with the pants he had been wearing. Rolling up the sleeves and tucking it in loosely he strode out of his part of the school and off to the office of the head master; smirking to hself at how that was an over used pun waiting to happen. <br><br>Arriving at the office and finding Susan was the only occupant. He strode arond her desk leaning/sitting on the top and on her side of the wooden edifice with a smile and wicked grin. "Alright." He started out, "so I brought my sexy body here." He smiled easily gesturing that he was here. "But your message was garbled. Was that student waiting? Or secretary waiting?" Casually twirling one of her curls in his finger before tucking it back behind her ear.&nbsp; "This doesnt bother you does it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harmony</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 15:43:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Susan responding to Kyle Young</strong><br><hr>The not to subtle secretary smirked at Kyle as he entered taking a seat on her desk. She leaned forward and looked him over, "yes..yes you did bring your sexy body. But that is not why I specifically called you here." She pointed towards Hardin's door "Miss Alexi, the dear thing is awaiting you inside."<br><br>Susan licked her lightly painted lips as he twirled her hair, "sweetheart nothing you do could bother me. Now scoot scoot Hardin is waiting don't want to keep him to long or he will have both our asses in a sling." She laughed out then slid the end of her pencil between her teeth and just watched Mr. Young slyly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 17:59:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle laughed softly, "Susan, you make me feel like such a piece of meat."&nbsp; He raised an eyebrow ad "dear thing" "Don't tell me you've taken a fancy to, 'Miss Alexi', have you?" he said with a smile, "Well I guess we cant have the head master waiting."&nbsp; &nbsp;He leaned forward kissing her forehead, "good girl" he said, "Do stop by one of these days wont you?" Blowing a kiss as he walked into the other office with a quick knock not waiting for an answer nor to be anounced.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 22:02:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hardin overheard the exchange as Kyle opened the door.&nbsp; "Glad you are here, Kyle.&nbsp; I think that Susan does need to be taken down a peg.&nbsp; She is quite a complex dish suitable for a gourmet such as myself."&nbsp; He laughed.<br><br>But for now I need you to deal with this young lady."&nbsp; He pointed at Alexis.&nbsp; "She seems to be a bit uncomfortable here.&nbsp; I'm sure you can do something about that."<br><br>He smiled at the teacher.<br><br>"Alexis, this is Master Young.&nbsp; He will get you started in our curriculum.&nbsp; Now kneel and greet him."&nbsp; Both men would be interested in how she handled this.&nbsp; It would say a lot about her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticEnvy</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 23:34:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alexis was only half hearing the man everyone seemed to be referring to as the head master. She smiled a sweet smile towards Kyle and having not heard the first part of her instructions she just greets. "Nice to meet you Mr. Young," turning her attention back to Hardin.<br><br>"However I think there has been some kind of mix up. I am not supposed to be here, I already have a school you see." Once again she smiled sweetly trying to get the men to understand that she was not supposed to be here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 11:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sitting in the bath, she shivered. Not from the cold, but from the touch of an man. Drugs they had given her, made her head dull but she knew she was in trouble. Still the word ´slave´ ringed in her ears. When he touched her breasts, it was like an electric jolt passed through her body, as she jerked trying to get free from the bath <strong>"Please... sir.. please dont.."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 04:58:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=189733.msg9220073#msg9220073">Quote from: Miroque on 20-11-2013, 11:23:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sitting in the bath, she shivered. Not from the cold, but from the touch of an man. Drugs they had given her, made her head dull but she knew she was in trouble. Still the word ´slave´ ringed in her ears. When he touched her breasts, it was like an electric jolt passed through her body, as she jerked trying to get free from the bath <strong>"Please... sir.. please dont.."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Well," he told her, "if you insist.&nbsp; You may get out now."<br><br>She got out and asked for a towel.<br><br>"Of you can't have a towel yet.&nbsp; We are not finished.&nbsp; I want you wet for your welcoming in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 11:01:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she raised to take the towel, and was forbidden, she broke into silent crying. <strong> "Sir.. why are you doing this ? Why cant you just let me go.. I tell noone.."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 16:35:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hardin looked at her with contempt and grabbed the towel away from her.&nbsp; Then he gave her a slap across the face.<br><br>As she looked at him, stunned, he told her, "Stop that nonsense this minute.&nbsp; You can tell anyone and everyone what I do to you."<br><br>Then he took her by the arm and pulled her over to a padded wooden armless chair where he sat down and then dragged her face-down over his lap and started to spank her wet bottom, knowing that it would be very sensitive while it was wet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 17:58:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				First blow landed, and her drugged stupor vanished. Second landed and she cried out, and after that, she almost howled in pain. Noone had ever spanked her, and the humiliation and dread of the situation only made it far worse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 01:09:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now what are you carrying on for," Hardin asked her.&nbsp; "You are acting like a child.&nbsp; You are just being given a little spanking.&nbsp; You had better get used to it since it will happen often."<br><br>Saying this he gently rubbed her pink ass.&nbsp; He wanted it to be red before he stopped.&nbsp; Then he slipped his hand between her legs to see how she would react.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 16:51:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Words were hitting her as hard as the spanking. <strong>Alina </strong>kept crying on Hardins lap, really clueless of how she should act. When the headmaster groped her pussy, it was like lightning would have strucked her. All those TV shows about rape victims flashed through her mind, but none of them offered any help, so she just clutched her thighs together. <strong>Hardin</strong> felt her pubic hair, it was soft and curly and red.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 19:41:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the bitch <em>dared</em> to close her thighs, it really annoyed Hardin.&nbsp; Didn't she know that a slave's pussy belonged to her Master?&nbsp; Well she would learn.&nbsp; He smacked her hard with his hand, bringing up a bright red handprint on her white ass.&nbsp; Then he tried again to feel her pussy to see how she would react.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 20:10:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Howling from the hard strike,<strong> Alina</strong> tried to make an fetal position, to shield herself from more assault. Fear of rape was the foremost in her mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 22:23:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hardin had never seen anyone react like this.&nbsp; Mentally he shrugged his shoulders.&nbsp; OK, he thought, if that's the way she wanted it.&nbsp; He reached out next to him and got a leather paddle.&nbsp; He was going to make her whole ass as red as the handprint was.&nbsp; She would give up when she had enough.&nbsp; He started to smack her with the paddle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 07:13:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After few hard strokes with the paddle, pain was begun to be too much. Crying was drying her throat and her body made her open her legs. <strong>Alina </strong>kept whimpering something gibberish on the stool.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 20:25:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was more like it.&nbsp; Hardin put the paddle down and began to gently rub away the pain he had inflicted.&nbsp; He started going back and forth between her now bright red ass and her pussy which was starting to respond to his attention.&nbsp; He was going to teach her how to transmute the pain to pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miroque</strong> on <strong>26-11-2013, 22:05:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon as the hits ended and Hardin was massaging her ass, occasionally groping her, Alina's body started to betray her, her pussy getting wet. She had never felt anything like this. Sure, she had pleasured herself before, but unknown man forcing himself on her, hitting her and now getting ready to defile her,&nbsp; her mind went to overdrive. <em>' How can I get turn on by this? Whats wrong with me..am I an slut like those girls at school?' </em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Academy for Slaves</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mermaidmaster</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 21:07:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was obvious to Hardin that she was being turned on by this and he wished he could read her mind to better understand and enjoy her reactions.&nbsp; He went back to spanking her, this time much more gently, trying to begin the association between pain and pleasure. That kind of masochism was important for a slave.<br><br>When he checked her again, she was quite aroused so he gave her the warning, "Don't you <em>dare</em> cum without permission, you slut."<br><br>She would have to beg to get her release.
			</dd>
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