Weight of Living || DarkBane
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				Title: <strong>Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>06-02-2015, 16:32:50</strong>
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				The room was dark... stuffy. It always had been, as long as the female could remember. It was an attic; an attic in a cabin, to be exact, based upon the smells. She had no idea where she was located, what day it was... hell, she wasn't sure what year it was at this point. Everything was a strong distortion. She had no sense of day or night since there were no windows in the attic where she was kept. The space was lofty, fairly large, almost as if it had once been used for a bedroom of sorts. Not that it was used as a bedroom anymore. No, now it was remodeled by the crime man who bought it and kept her there. It was a room of pain, horror, and complete torture. The wooden floor was smooth, clean, but there were various claw marks indented into the dark patterning. The only lighting in the room was dim, revealing the main floor of the attic while leaving the corners draped in the shadows.<br><br>Along the walls and corners were chains of all shapes and sizes. There were racks of various items: whips, flogs, gags, knives, handcuffs, zip-ties, costumes. There was no bed for the performing usage of these items. Just a mattress in the middle of the floor that was stained with blood and other bodily liquids. It was musty smelling, torn up and worn down. In a dark corner there was a crate, almost exactly like a dog crate, where there was no blanket or comfort of any sort resting inside the barred walls.<br><br>In the midst of this room there was a girl, well... a young woman, now. She was bound and gagged: her hands were zip-tied tightly to her spine, cutting into the tender skin around her bruised wrists and her ankles were bound up as well. Her knees were bent, bound together, and then her lower half was bound by the same kind of zip-tie around her upper torso. She was stuck in a balled up position, her eyes covered with a simple blindfold and her mouth parted around the round, red ball of the ball gag that was latched about her head. Her hair was dark in color, pitch black, and it was littered with dust, dirt, blood... it was dirty. Her body was pale and strained in the position she was currently holstered in; littered all over her pale skin were bruises of all shapes and sizes, scars and cuts. Presently, down her elegantly long spine, there were swollen welts that were definitely fresh. The marks trailed from the sensitive base of her neck down her spine, to her ass, where the welts covered her tender, ample skin there and down onto her exposed womanhood. The sensitive skin there was just as badly abused: red, puffy, swollen and cut. Even one could call it bruised, under good observation. In the midst of her dark hair was a pair of dark, pointed feline ears in the same, jet-black color that was mirrored in her long tail that was trapped up in the zip-ties between the plastic and her flesh.<br><br>She was a sex slave, and had been for about four years for the man who had bought her once she'd been placed onto the market. She'd been drugged up, beaten pretty badly, and sold almost immediately because of her full, curvy body. She'd been locked into the attic ever since, having no way to tell time or season or know where she was even at. She didn't know where she was, the true identity of the man who'd purchased her, and because of some memory loss issues... sometimes, she couldn't remember much about herself, either. It was a sad story, all the way around, and it had been going on for far, far too long.<br><br>Head tilting up, the female heard a commotion down beneath her with her sensitive hearing. She trembled instantly, a whimper passing over her mouth as she was afraid. Instantly, she was afraid she was going to be beaten again, or abused in some way. It always came, always. Whether he sexually abused her or physically... they typically came as a set. Whimpering even louder, she froze, realizing the noises were ones of struggle. 'What is going on?' her mind pulsed with curiosity, a natural part of her that she could never come to lose. She could hear shouting, making out crashing noises as well, and she realized there were more people there. Lots of people. Footsteps echoed up towards the attic door, the older door on the upstairs level. One of few doors, actually. The handle was rusted, and the door was cracked, letting in a little spill of light that didn't appear above the staircase to give the room any light. Not that the woman could see, at all.<br><br>She wanted to catch someone's attention, a little glimmer of hope in her small, broken heart as she realized that this could be it. She could be rescued! Her breathing instantly increased and she tried to rock her aching, bound body. It was on the mattress, which creaked heavily beneath her little form. She was malnourished, hardly weighing anything. Even the collar that was bound around her throat was looser than normal, the nameplate on the front of it reading: Violet, with a little silver bell attached. Whimpering out, she eventually was able to get enough momentum from the aching springs to roll her body off of the mattress, creating a slight thud! and jingle when she painfully hit the ground. <br><br>More whimpers and mewls of hopeful anticipation tried to weakly push forth from her around the ball gag. She hoped someone... anyone would hear her. And if it was anyone, she hoped to any God she could that it wasn't the man who kept her. She soon heard a bustling near the staircase, hearing hushed voices, and she stilled. Her back was to the stairs, she could tell that from where the voices were coming from. She hoped silently, whimpering weakly as she tried desperately to move herself on the floor once more, but her binds merely weren't allowing it.<br><br>'I'm here! I'm in here!' Her mind screamed and shouted, her heart thundering quickly in her chest. 'Please... find me...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkBane</strong> on <strong>07-02-2015, 07:52:49</strong>
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				This was Steve West’s first sting operation and he’s feeling nervous.&nbsp; “All right men, you have all been briefed about the situation,” Sergeant Stone told the rest of the officers. “We’ll need to get into the cabin and flushed out all the people and arrested them. Steve, this is your first operation but it’s a simple one, we have planned this for months, so CALM DOWN son. Let’s move out everyone”<br><br>Everything was over quickly. The suspects did not have much of a chance as they were all caught by surprise. Steve was ordered to check out the rooms upstairs to see there’s any strays still hiding.&nbsp; Steve climbed the steps to the second floor of the cabin and checked the rooms. The suspects were using the place as a meth lab for years, so the place is a huge mess.<br><br>*Bump*<br><br>What was that? Steve thought. The sounds seemed to be coming from the dark attic above. Steve slowly climbed up the stairs and was disturbed by what he saw. He had been briefed about the deprived activities that took place here but he did not expect it to be this bad. <br><br>*Rustle*<br><br>“Who’s there? This is the police” Steve shouted as he pointed his pistol in the general direction of the noise.&nbsp; As he approached the dark figure at a corner, he was dismayed to find a naked girl bounded up at a corner. Her body was full of bruises and cuts, her eyes were streaming with tears and as she struggled to free herself.&nbsp; Steve quickly rushed to her and cut the zip ties and freed her of her bonds and gag. As he looked into her face, he was stunned by what a beautiful girl she was and also noticed she had cat ears and tail. <br><br>Steve took off his jacket and placed them across her shoulders to give her some form of modesty. “Can you walk?” He asked. She shook her head mutely. He carried her up gently with his arm&nbsp; . “My name is Officer Steve, everything is going to be ok now. “ <br><br>***<br><br>“But Sarge! I live in a rundown apartment!” Steve protested later at the station. “That’s no place for a lady to stay!”<br><br>"She is witness and she needs protection," explained Sergeant Stone, later at the headquarters. "Since you found her, I'll be assigning you to take care of her. Your place attracts less attention. Besides she seems to only response to you,"&nbsp; Said Stone, looking at the female was sitting mutely beside Steve and she has not spoken a word since her ordeal ended.&nbsp; She is&nbsp; wearing a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of black shorts that she was given and she was still clinging tightly to Steve’s&nbsp; police jacket that was draped over her shoulders.&nbsp; <br><br>“This is an order.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>09-02-2015, 01:54:03</strong>
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				It was difficult to say if the little neko was conscious or not when the officer found her. She'd shaken her head, but things were rather blurry and she didn't remember much once they got her into the hospital. They'd prescribed her supplements to take, drugs that would help flush any type of illegal substance from her system should she have any, and she was tested for STD's. They patched her up and told the officer who came with her that they'd be calling them with the results of the STD test within 48 hours. She also gave consent to do a valuable rape kit - something that was horrifying for her to endure, and she shook through the entire procedure. But she had been told by a nurse that it could help with an investigation. By the time they let her out of the hospital, she'd been there almost 24 hours. She was exhausted as they took her back to the station. Sure, they'd been trying to talk quietly, but she heard them with her pointed ears. <br><br>They took her there because they didn't know what to do with her.<br><br>The shelters they called were full. They couldn't find a location where they felt confident enough to place her on her own. Truth be told, she'd hardly spoken at all since they found her, and she only seemed to respond to Officer West. He was the one who found her, so in turn, he was her Master. She didn't speak until spoken to, and even then, she usually squeaked and simply ducked her head. The female trembled in the chair, tugging the police jacket tightly around her thin frame. Dark circles were developing beneath her lowered eyes as she listened to them argue and protest about where to put her. Tears lined her eyes; she felt like such a burden. Even her new Master didn't want her! She instantly felt depressed and she looked down, speaking finally in a very soft tone, towards Steve.<br><br>"Master... you can j-just set me fr-free if... if I-I'm too m-much of a burden..." <br><br>She swallowed thickly, closing her eyes and tucking her body a little tighter into the jacket that seemed to swamp her small frame. Not once did she look up as her light, airy voice filled the room for the first time since they found her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkBane</strong> on <strong>10-02-2015, 09:55:00</strong>
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				Steve is at a loss. His whole life was turning upside down in a blink of an eye. He could hardly take care of himself and now he had to look after another? He thought of the mess that's waiting for him at home and shuddered.&nbsp; <br><br>"Master... you can j-just set me fr-free if... if I-I'm too m-much of a burden..." <br><br>Steve look upon the beautiful little neko's face and his heart melted. She was on the verge of tears and deep inside he just want to make everything well for her. <br>"You're not a burden; everything is going to be ok right, I promised you that before, remember?" Steve said gently to her as he smiled. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "It's just that my house a kinda messy right now, so promised not to laugh at me?"<br><br>The drive home was uneventful. The neko was quiet throughout the journey, with her head still hanging low. Steve glanced at her a few times during the journey. Most of her wounds are bandaged up nicely, though he can still see old scars on her body. <em>What kind of monster can actually do this to her?</em> Steve felt a sudden anger and wished he had a chance to go back to the station and give her tormentor a good beating. No amount of jail time would make up for what she went through. <br>They arrived at the door of his apartment at the second floor of a pretty rundown building. “Welcome to my home. “ Steve said as her opened the door, revealing a small one bedroom apartment with a living room and a small kitchen. The kitchen sink was full of unwashed dishes, pots and pans. The living room had newspapers lying around and a game console in the middle. “Sorry about the mess, but I wasn’t expecting anybody today… “ <br><br>“<strong>OH SHIT!</strong>”&nbsp; Steve remembered something as he rushed into his bedroom.&nbsp; As the neko followed him slowly and peer through the door, he was busy trying to keep some adult magazines that was on his bed.&nbsp; ” The room was cosy and simple.&nbsp; There was a desk with a laptop at the corner of the room, a small cupboard by the bed and a bathroom attached at another corner of the room. The room was rather tidy compared to the rest of the house, with only the odd pieces of clothing lying around.<br><br>“Erm s-sorry,” he stammered as he hopelessly attempted to hide them behind him. <em>OH GOD, This is SO embarrassing!</em> "“T-This is my room, you can rest here tonight, there’s air conditioning if you feel warm. I’ll grab some pillows and sleep in the living room tonight. Oh, by the way what’s your name?”"<br><br>“"Violet, master,"” said the little neko meekly.<br><br>"“Hey Violet, just call me Steve”"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 05:26:12</strong>
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				Violet was trembling, constantly unsure of herself in a world where there wasn't the direction and force she was used to. Even her new Master's voice was softer than her old one's. It was strange; she was constantly waiting for a beating, yet she was sure that she wasn't going to be getting one. At least, not from him. Her ears twitched gently as she looked up at him once he spoke, though it was a tentative gesture. She was used to not being allowed to look her Master in the eye... yet, here she was, taking a risk to see if she was going to be punished. And his words reassured her beliefs that he was going to be different. He wasn't going to punish her! She swallowed weakly at his words and nodded ever so slightly, confusion rippling across her features at his words. Why would she laugh at him? The place she'd been kept had been a pig sty. In fact, pigs probably lived in better conditions.<br><br>"I-I would never l-laugh at you, Master."<br><br>Getting Violet into the car was another trip. She was nervous, didn't understand how a seat belt worked, and often was wincing whenever he hit the brakes or another car seemed to get too close. Her head hung low after a while, her hands motionless in her lap as she fought against exhaustion. Her tail was twined around her waist, almost forgotten about considering how often she seemed to keep it close and avoid allowing it to move. Her dark hair came to curtain around her face as she seemed to prefer hiding behind it. Once they got to her Master's home, she followed him, quietly walking into the apartment and risking a look around. Her tail flicked slightly at her hip, wrapped around her body fully once and then another half, while her hands wrung together in front of her. "I-It looks f-fine, Master." She looked at him and smiled slightly, jumping at his words and exclamation as he rushed into the bedroom. She followed curiously... but instantly snapped back, realizing that she probably would get in trouble for snooping.<br><br>"I-I-It's okay," she stammered, still nervous from his outburst. Her tail had fluffed up around her waist and her ears had flattened to disappear into the dark depths of her hair. She looked around his room after tentatively stepping back in, her eyes mainly trained on the bed. How long had it been since she'd slept in a bed? She couldn't remember. When he asked for her name, she meekly looked down and spoke softly. "Violet, Master."<br><br>She was surprised, gazing at him, but managed to give him a weak smile before yawning. She was definitely tired. "I'll... I'll try to, Ma... Steve."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkBane</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 19:10:39</strong>
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				Steve looked at the tired little neko and smiled. Somehow, she seemed cute. “You had a long day. Get some rest, OK?”&nbsp; She meekly nodded and started to take off her clothing. He hastily stopped her. “Erm, you don’t have to do that… Just go lie down a little.” Violet was confused by his instructions but she followed them anyway. She lay down on the bed and waited for the usual demands of her previous masters. Steve approached her and tugged her in and patted her on the head. <br><br><em>What a day!</em>, Steve thought to himself as he headed for the shower. He turned on the tap and step into the hot bath, exhausted mentally and physically. As he processed the happenings of the day, he couldn’t take his mind off the neko that he rescued. <em> A beautiful neko is now sleeping on his bed, probably every men’s dream</em>, he mused , <em>and she’s so cute when she smiles, not to mention she’s kinda sexy…</em> “What am I thinking?” Steve spoke aloud to himself. He immersed himself into the bath in hopes of banishing the perverse thoughts of her.<br><br>As his head emerges out of the bath, Violet was standing in front him just wrapped in a towel. “Why are you are?” he blurted out in shocked, trying to hide his privates. Violet squirmed as he raised his voice, dropping the towel in the process.&nbsp; Steve realised that he had raise his voice at her, quickly stepped out of the bath and picked up the towel and wrapped it around her. “I am not going to hit you, I am just surprised that’s all” Steve was still having a hard on earlier and he realised that Violet was holding on to it. She automatically squat down and proceeded licking the head of his penis. <em> Oh god! what is she doing? </em>&nbsp; His mind is racing. ”Violet! Please stop!” <br><br>Violet looked up, her mouth pulling away slowly from his penis. “Doesn’t Master like this?” She asked innocently. “Yes…. I mean NO! I mean…. Violet, you don’t have to do this,” Said Steve, slowly helping her up. “Don’t let anyone force you to do things like that anymore.”&nbsp; He hugged the little neko, his heart broken when he thought of the times she must have suffered during her captivity. Suddenly realising he was still naked, he quickly but gently led Violet out of the bathroom and took a cold shower and changed into his clothes. By the time he came out, ,Violet was fast asleep on the bed. He smiled and pulled the covers over her. <em>I am not going to let anyone harm you again,</em> he made a silent promised to her. <br><br>He grabbed a pillow and headed to the living room. He dived onto the couch and stared at the ceiling walls. Its a weekend the next day, so he didn't need to work. He would need to get her some new clothes to wear as nothing in his wardrobe would be suitable for her. He groaned as he thought of the most dreadful activity... Shopping.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 20:09:31</strong>
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				Violet began to slip out of her clothing as he mentioned she needed to get rest. The jacket was set carefully on a nearby dresser and she worked on her shirt second. She looked towards him, startled as he stopped her, causing her to cringe from him. She felt confusion and frustration with herself bubbling forward as she laid down on the bed, flat on her back. She stared up at the ceiling, trembling a little bit as she realized that maybe this was where he preferred to have sex? She looked at Steve with a light smile on her face, realizing he wasn't going to make her do anything... but she was a little startled once more as he tucked her in and patted her head. Her ears twitched lightly before she relaxed back into the sheets and let out a wide yawn. <br><br>The female stretched out a little beneath the sheets before she looked towards the bathroom where he was. She shifted to stand up, intending on asking him a question. Before she headed there, though, she slipped out of her uncomfortable clothes. It was going to take her a while to get used to clothes, and right now, she enjoyed being nude. She did grab a towel though and approached, standing outside of the bathroom door, chewing on her bottom lip. Her little tail flicked a bit near her feet, her ears perking as she felt like she owed him something. She was pulled from her thoughts as he emerged, making her ears stand on end before her eyes widened and she licked her lips. He raised his voice again, making her a bit scared as she trembled and dropped the towel on accident. She went to reach for it but he beat her to it, wrapping it around her, reassuring her that he wasn't going to hit her. "I-I-I'm s-sorry..."<br><br>She felt even worse now for being so startled. She reached forward, doing what she knew, by grasping onto his hard cock. It made since to her as she squatted down and then began to lick the head of him, trying her best to please him and appeal to his better nature and stay on his good side. She looked at him as he asked her to stop, looking confused and shocked as she pulled away slowly from him. "Doesn't... Doesn't Master like this?" She spoke softly, innocently, because this was quite normal for her. She let him help her up, feeling helpless in this different situation. She felt him hug her and she curled into the warmth and affection of a gesture she wasn't quite used to. She pulled back as he led her out of the bathroom and back to the bed. She curled up beneath the sheets and worked to fall asleep, yawning widely and soon falling into a deep state of darkness.<br><br>She wouldn't wake in the morning, either. Not immediately. She simply slept and slept, feeling the comfort of the bed beneath her for the first time in quite sometime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkBane</strong> on <strong>13-02-2015, 00:10:19</strong>
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				Steve woke up lazily the next morning. He took a peek into his bedroom. Violet was still sleeping . <br><br><em>Well, time for breakfast</em>, he thought to himself. He went to the kitchen and search around for a clean pan. He has been living on his own for some time now, so cooking is not a problem for him, cleaning up after though, is the problem. He hated cleaning up. After cooking some pancakes, he dumps the pan into the sink with the rest of the dishes. He placed some of the pancakes on a tray, got some maple syrup and juice from his fridge and proceed to his bedroom.<br>&nbsp;<br>He carefully lay the tray on the night stand and then place his hand on Violet’s shoulder. He laughed as he noticed the drool on her mouth.&nbsp; “Wake up, sleepy head…” he chuckled as he gently rock her awake. “ I made some breakfast. You must be hungry now. Take your time no worries.”<br>&nbsp; <br>“Oh, let’s go shopping later.” he mentioned as he walked out the room. “We need to buy clothing for you to wear. I think my shirts would be too big for you. Wake me up when you ready to go!”&nbsp; Steve wolfed down his food,&nbsp; settled back on the couch and promptly fell asleep again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>13-02-2015, 14:39:56</strong>
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				Surprisingly enough, Violet didn't dream. She didn't have nightmares; she didn't have good dreams. It was just a mass of color and feeling. Mainly, they were the warm colors of reds, oranges, yellows. A feeling of comfort that she didn't understand subconsciously, but consciously was aware of the cause being the bed beneath her and blankets above her. It had been far, far too long since she'd been on a bed or had a blanket around her. Event he pillow beneath her head! Her body was curled up around itself, healing as she slept, with her tail actually unwound from her waist to drape&nbsp; over the edge of the bed and flick occasionally. It was the first time since her release that her tail wasn't wrapped around her with nervousness. Nothing could harm her in her sleep, at least.<br><br>The feline's ears perked and twitched before she woke up, hearing the opening of the door while a little bit of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth to the pillow. Her eyes shot open and she cringed for a moment - where was she?! The panic was present in her features before she looked up and spotted the familiar face of her new Master... well, not Master, necessarily. But Steve. She nodded eagerly, her nose finally picking up the scent as she realized he was talking about feeding her. The thin stomach on her began to roar with protest as she sat up carefully, working on trying to think of how to eat the pancakes. She ended up using her hands, unsure about silverware, and dipped the pancakes in some syrup while taking a few bites of the fluffy things.<br><br>Looking up as he walked out, talking about shopping, she merely watched him a bit nervously. She blinked a little and then looked down, eating, trying to come to grips with the idea that this was a normal life. It was a hard transition and it was going to take her a while. She didn't know how she felt about shopping. That would mean a lot of people, probably. She swallowed heavily and ate about a third of her breakfast, drinking all of her juice, before she grabbed the tray and carefully wobbled it back into the kitchen. She didn't even think of how she was naked while she did so. It was very natural for her to be completely naked. She approached Steve carefully, chewing her bottom lip, before she knelt down beside the couch and hesitantly touched his arm to try and wake him, before speaking softly, her ears folding back. "Um... Um, M-Mas... Steve, Steve I-I finished e-e-eating..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkBane</strong> on <strong>13-02-2015, 18:56:06</strong>
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				Steve felt a push against his arm. <em>Just a little while more,</em> he thought to himself, <em>Its Saturday and I just ate… I have shopping to do later….. </em>An image of a sexy neko wrapped in a towel appeared in his mind.. .<br><br>"…..teve, Steve I-I finished e-e-eating..." He looked to his right. There’s a cat girl at his side, naked. What a nice dream… Hey wait a minute… Steve sat up immediately. “oh V-violet, let me get you something to wear.” He rushed to his wardrobe and rummaged through his clothing. He took out a shirt and a pair of shorts and handed it to her. He looked as she was putting on the T-shirt. The T-shirt was a little big for her small frame and he couldn’t help but notice her nipples that were poking through.&nbsp; Her short was definitely too big, and she was fumbling with tying the strings. “It goes like this,” said Steve, showing her how to tie the knot correctly.&nbsp; Somehow, the way she was dressed seemed so erotic to him. He went back to his cupboard and found a hoodie jacket and handed that to her. <em>At least, she seemed more modestly dressed.</em><br><br>As Steve took the shy neko to his car, he realised that she might not be comfortable in a crowded place. “Just stay close to me later, ok?” He placed his right hand on hers. “If you are uncomfortable, just tell me and we’ll head back. If any clothing catches your eye, let me know too. I ain’t too good at shopping.” Steve blushed in spite of himself. <br><br>He drove Violet to a less crowded mall, but this being a weekend, there was still a considerable amount of people. The shopping wasn’t as bad as he anticipated, despite the obvious discomfort on Violet’s face. After they have bought a few bags of clothing, he realised that he have to buy some undergarments for her. <br>He entered a lingerie store with Violet. <em>Oh man, I feel like SUCH a pervert.</em><br><br>&nbsp;“Can I help you?”&nbsp; <br><br>“O-oh, I want to buy some b-bras and panties for this girl,” Steve’s face was flushed with embarrassment. “What size does she wear?” the salesgirl asked. “I don’t know…” Steve’s face went even redder. The salesgirl looked at him and the neko curiously. “Does she know her size?” asked the sales girl, amused. “How about I just take her measurements?” Steve asked Violet to follow the sales lady into the dressing room while he sat outside waiting. After what seemed like ages she came out with Violet. “What kind of bras are you looking for?” Steve was near his limits, he felt he can die of embarrassment anytime. “Erm anything nice will do.” “Any colour preference?”&nbsp; “Purple.” After the sales girl packed a few bras and panties into a bag, Steve paid for them and quickly left the store. He could still hear the sales person giggling as he rushed out with Violet. <br><br>As they were on the drive home, a slow realization dawned upon him. He could have done all of these online.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>14-02-2015, 19:00:41</strong>
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				Violet jerked a little as he sat up, her eyes wide as she gazed towards him. A blush crept through her whole entire body, rising up from her abdomen through her chest and into her face. Her soft, pointed ears began to tilt back and her tail wrapped around her waist. Her small hands grabbed gently onto the softness of her tail and held it, watching him hesitantly as he mentioned something about getting her something to wear. She gently nodded for a moment, stepping back from the side of the bed in order to let him get up and move around to gather her outfit for the day. She took the shirt and shorts from him, putting it on her frame carefully. She was still in rough shape, her body trying to heal, but she was achy and sore today. She slipped on the shirt, unaware of her nipples poking against the loose material, and then she worked on the shorts. But she struggled to tie them, instantly whining softly to show that maybe she didn't know how to tie a knot or a bow. After all, she'd been captive for quite sometime and beaten rather heavily. It wouldn't be a surprise if she had some memory loss. <br><br>Violet looked at him, ears perked as he startled her by approaching and showing her how to tie the knot. She looked back at him and then smiled gently, taking the sweatshirt from him as well and tugging it on over her shivering frame. She pulled it down and the hood automatically appeared on her head, causing her to perk her ears slightly and prop the hood up a little bit more. She used her hands to tuck it back down off of her head before she looked at him and let him lead her into the car. She seemed uncomfortable in the car at first, but nodded as he mentioned that she needed to just stay close to him later on when they were in the crowded place. They could head back if she felt too uncomfortable. The option was there, and that was enough to make her feel a little more relaxed. She nodded to show she heard him, but kept quiet. She was rather used to being silent, after all.<br><br>The female looked around as he parked and lead her into the mall. She stuck as close to him as she was capable, her ears constantly swapping between perked, twitching and flattening back against her head. Her tail remained wrapped around her waist the entire time as she wandered around with him, tentatively picking out clothes that felt good on her skin but were practical. Nothing flashy; nothing that would attract attention to her. A pair of jeans, a few pairs of stretchy yoga pants, some t-shirts and a sweatshirt or two. The only thing left after purchasing a pair of plain shoes for her was underwear and bras. She seemed just as uncomfortable as he was as they walked into the store. <br><br>She was flushed red, standing beside him awkwardly. She looked at the salesgirl and winced a little, approaching cautiously before she wandered out with her and into the dressing room. She let her take measurements, but it took her a while and a lot of convincing. She chewed her lips for a moment as she emerged back out, peering towards Steve. She figured it may be best to get her some neutral colors... but when asked, Steve said purple. That was fine with Violet; she liked purple. She stood quietly at his side and waited for him to finish as she headed to the car with him, climbing into the passenger seat and continuing to just be quiet. She stroked over her tail as he drove, continuing to simply look out the window occasionally, or look down into her lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkBane</strong> on <strong>19-02-2015, 16:34:25</strong>
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				As they reached home, he let Violet changed into some of the more comfortable clothes she picked out. “Are they comfy? I never really shopped for a girl before, I hope you liked them”<br><br>Steve decided to clean up the house a little. Now that there’s a lady in the house, the mess just won’t do. “I am going to clean up the kitchen a bit, would you want to help?” Steve proceeded to clean the dishes. He would wash the dishes and handed them to Violet to dry them.&nbsp; Steve stole a few peeks at the feline as she was helping out. He can’t help admiring her slender body, his eyes often wandering to her legs. He blushed when she caught him looking once, as he quickly turned his attention back to scrubbing the pots and pans.<br><br>After cleaning the dishes and mopping the floor of the kitchen, it seemed clean enough for Steve’s liking. He ordered some pizza and when they arrived he eagerly took them Violet. “Lunch time! You like anchovies?” Steve asked as he passed her a slice. “Eaten pizza before? They are great!” He always loved a good pizza and made a mess of his face as he stuffed himself with those cheesy delights.&nbsp; As time passes, he found himself enjoying the little moments he spent with the feline. It was a sweet comforting joy that he had never experienced before. <br><br>“It’s time to change your dressings.”&nbsp; He reminded Violet a little while later. “You can remove your dressing and have a quick shower before I help put on the new dressings.” Steve patiently waited for Violet to have a shower, in his mind picturing her naked, with streams of water running down her curves. <em> Why do I keep thinking about that? </em> As he tried to shake the thought off.&nbsp; Violet exited from her shower, with just a towel around her body. She sat patiently on the bed as Steve helped put on the new dressing. Looking at the wounds on her body saddened him; she had gone through so much suffering that he cannot imagine how life would be for her if she was not rescued from her predicament. He had the urge to just hug her and comfort her but he resisted, not knowing how she would react to them. “Tell me more about yourself, Violet. Is there anything I can do for you to make you feel better?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>20-02-2015, 15:26:16</strong>
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				Violet was excited to put some of the clothes on, deciding that she should put on some of the comfortable sweatpants that were grey in color, and a simple, black t-shirt that hugged her torso slightly, but still gave her enough room to breathe. She had put on undergarments as well, but she was finding those harder to adjust to than the actual clothes. Upon coming out, he asked her if they were comfortable, and she nodded with her ears perked slightly. "Y-Yes, th-thank you." She smiled a little and then nodded as he asked if she'd want to help him clean up the kitchen. She followed him inside, padding in quietly while her tail remained wrapped around her waist protectively.&nbsp; <br><br>She took the towel he handed her and dried the dishes carefully, setting them onto the counter whenever they were done, stacking them rather neatly. She worked silently, unaware of his stares until she caught him looking at her once. Canting her head to the side, she smiled lightly and then worked on finishing up the dishes with him. Taking a step back, she watched as he mopped the floor, watching the motion of it swaying back and forth with interest. A bit of her tail had unwound at this point and was flicking and swaying behind her, making her smile lightly before gazing up towards him once he mentioned he was going to order some pizza. That sounded good. She couldn't remember the last time she had pizza.<br><br>Violet had managed to find a comfortable spot on the couch, looking up as he said that the pizza had arrived. She stared blankly at his question, frowning. "What's... what's ancho... anchovies?" She had no idea what those were, looking at him as he passed her a slice. She held it carefully, not taking a bite until she realized that he was eating, and watched how he ate. She took a tentative bite and her ears perked up gently. "This is good!" She began to eat more thoroughly, finding herself rather hungry, and finding that she really enjoyed whatever anchovies were. They looked like... little fish! No wonder she loved them. She really loved fish, which made sense, considering her feline tendencies. <br><br>She only ate a slice and a half before claiming that she got full. She settled into the couch and watched television with him, sometimes zoning out and staring or yawning. She looked at Steve once he spoke about the dressings. She nodded and then she shifted off of the couch, moving and making her way to the shower. She had stripped out of her clothes and set them in a careful pile on the toilet seat. She took her shower quickly and then she came out once she was done, wearing the towel around her body and padding into the bedroom to sit on the bed. She shuddered a few times as he changed dressing, mewling weakly whenever it would hurt her, but she sat still otherwise. At his question, she was a little confused. "I-I don't... know? I-I'm used to m-making people feel better..." Violet had lived a very selfless existence against her will. It had been part of the torture, part of the body trafficking. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkBane</strong> on <strong>20-02-2015, 18:15:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“I-I don't... know? I-I'm used to m-making people feel better..."<br><br>Steve was a little perplexed by the little feline’s answer. The life that she had gone through had totally robbed her of her individuality. It must had been a long time since she had even thought of what she wanted. Steve frowned as he tried to rephrase his words. “Is there anything that you like? Little things that can make you happy?” <br><br>Steve placed his right hand gently on Violet’s cheek, “Things are different now. No one can harm you anymore, I’ll make sure of it but you’ll need to tell me what you want too… I am not very good at doing stuff but I want to make you happy too.” Steve hug Violet in close, held her hands for the longest time, not knowing what else he could say, falling asleep in the end.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>22-02-2015, 18:38:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Violet seemed to perk up at that. Her ears straightened on her head and her tail flicked a little around her waist. "Happy? I like... sunshine," she mumbled softly, wringing her fingers softly around where her tail was wrapped. The little woman standing near him was rocking on her feet slightly, back and forth, concentrating hard on what little things could make her happy. "I like laying in the sunshine. And, I like... fish. And stars. And bath time." She looked at him, smiling slightly, wondering if she'd gotten it right. "And... reading. I like to read." She tilted her head and wrung her fingers around her tail more, smiling softly and looking towards him with hope.<br><br>As he placed his hand on her cheek, she naturally tilted her head towards it and began to physically purr for the first time. She spoke gently, looking at him and curling up on the bed into his hug. "I-I'll try... to think o-of something f-f-for you." She smiled a little bit and then she curled tentatively into his body. She enjoyed his warmth and enjoyed the comfort that he could bring her. She nuzzled and began to purr contently in the silence, falling asleep right beside him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkBane</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 16:37:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Steve woke up in the middle of the night and found Violet sleeping on his lap. He could feel the curves of her body on him and felt ashamed how much it turned him on. He stroke Violet's hair gently and couldn' t help but kissed her cheeks. Her scent was intoxicating, driving him wild. Part of him wanted her so badly right at that moment but he knew that he would not force her to do something that she did not like to do. He was already having a hard on from the warm of her body and the sweet scent and he shifted around trying to get up without success.<br><br>He accidently woke Violet up with all his movements and found himself looking at the feline eye to eye. "I ...I&nbsp; am sorry! " As he suddenly realised that his shaft was poking her and turned away from her. He blushed a furious red and felt that he might die of embarrassment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Weight of Living || DarkBane</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>24-03-2015, 14:39:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Violet was sleeping completely content, cuddled against Steve's side. She eventually shifted in her sleep, her tail draping across the bed behind her as her little ears twitched sometimes. She snored slightly on occasion, but she was otherwise rather quiet. She only seemed to wake when he began to stroke her face, and he worked to shift to try and get up. She woke, blinking rapidly as she lifted her head and blinked the sleep out of her eyes. A yawn parted her lips before she squeaked, surprised by his sudden and rapid apology. She looked confused, and then she realized that something was poking her. She sat back, almost instantly, and looked at him in a combination of fear and confusion.<br><br>"Did... did I do something wrong?!" It seemed that she wasn't bothered by the fact that he was hard; that was something she was used to and she could handle rather easily. It was natural for men to wake with hard-ons. It wasn't a surprise for her. His reaction, however, was a surprise completely.
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