No Finer Girl (CopperLily and IrishWolf)
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				Title: <strong>No Finer Girl (CopperLily and IrishWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 01:04:55</strong>
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				The cell door slid open and the lights came on, and following the routine that had been set out for her, she rose and padded quietly into the hallway. The girls here were given a small measure of freedom, or at least the illusion of it - if she had tried any door but the one she was headed toward, she would have found them locked. But she was among the best, bred for this purpose, trained for it, she didn't need a handler to see to her daily chores - indeed, if she had, she would have been utterly unsuited for her role in life.<br><br>The petite vixen, her fur a deep red save for a band of white over the rounded, perky orbs of her chest that tapered down to her sex, was a slave. A pleasure slave to be exact, and one who commanded a very high price. The laws around genetic engineering had forbidden the engineering of humans for sale, but left a very clear loophole in the law - she wasn't human. She was of a race bred for this, meant for this - perfect, flawless, obedient companions.<br><br>Though she commanded a high price, her life wasn't necessarily an easy one. Trained to be able to service all manner of owners, men and women both, her fate wasn't her own, and while expensive slaves were often somewhat safe due to their price...there were on occasion people wealthy enough who simply wanted to torment something beautiful. She tried not to think about that, or that she had been on the market longer than her trainers would have liked and was in jeopardy of being considered more of a burden than she was worth as she stepped into the shower, letting the hot water and soap run over her fur, enjoying a few minutes of peace.<br><br>From there, clean and refreshed, she headed to the training chamber for her daily exercises. A session in the holo-chamber, undergoing yet another round of training to keep her skills fresh and her body primed, followed by a light workout and another shower before she went to the display floor to spend another day trying to draw the eye of the man or woman who would buy her. The door to the holo-chamber glowed green, indicating she could enter, with a small note under it that read "Random". She never had control of what virtual Master she was made to serve - that might allow her to develop a favorite, an unwise thing to do in her position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Finer Girl (CopperLily and IrishWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 02:48:11</strong>
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				Random was a common enough setting for any simulator setting within the Prime Companions Unlimited locations, although each of their small stores mangers had different tastes for just how random it could be. It was like playing slots, pull a lever within the computer's programing and the wheels began to spine. Gender, body types, fetishes, scenarios and settings, all jumbling together as the music played, all within fractions of a micosecond, as the doors to the chamber picked up that a girl was about to enter and then, just before the doors opened, the room beyond came to life. <br><br>The white walls of the simulator, covered in emitters, glowed for a moment, as the darkness was devoured by light, which turned into something seeming solid. Plain walls of concrete appeared, set with steel shelves, covered in boxes. More boxes and crates lay upon the floor, including several large enough to serve as either a bench or a bed at a pinch. Industrial grade lighting hung from the ceiling, as a figure stood in the middle of the room. He, for it was plainly a he, even in the shadows where the figure stood, was a massive man. Tall, something over six feet, with a board, muscular body. His arms, which look like they could have been legs on a lesser man, were crossed his chest, giving the impression that he was displeased.<br><br>The posture should give the pleasure slave a clue to what her scenario was. She had failed her master in some way and this morning's session would be about punishment. She would have to appease this computer avatar. Perhaps calm acceptance of her failure, her head bowed, eyes down cast, would be enough. Some master would accept such chastisement punishment enough, although not every one would. Some might want her to grovel and beg forgiveness, for her to humiliate herself before them, where others would choose a physical means of discipline. Of course, many would want some combination of both.<br><br>"Your late" growled the figure, in a voice that was nearly human but had some faint, almost indescribable machine sound to it, "I told you to me here in fifteen minutes. Its been thirty." <br><br>The voice finished the rest of the simulation's scenario. She had either dawdled in reaching her master or had been held up in some fashion and the voice didn't sound like it would be accepting excuses for it. Maybe he was the kind of man who set impossible time limits, so he had an excuse to punish his slaves, not that he needed one but enjoyed his slaves trying their best not to be punished. Either way, from his appearance and his voice, down turned head and eyes on the floor, weren't looking like they would appease him, not in the least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Finer Girl (CopperLily and IrishWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 23:13:48</strong>
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				She sighed softly as the setting became clear. She knew she had to learn to admit fault and bear punishment with grace and obedience, but it was still frustrating to be punished for something she didn't do. While whatever slight she was guilty of was imagined, the toll on her mind and body would be very real, and it took a special kind of discipline to simply accept that. Though she had also learned that trying to fight, or argue, with the simulation was a losing path that led to worse things.<br><br>She bit her lip and stepped forward once, before sinking down to her knees, her head bowed, back arched forward to display her chest, rear resting on her ankles with her thighs slightly spread, trying to look obedient and contrite.<br><br>"This girl has no excuse Master. She begs your forgiveness for her tardiness." Even if she did have an excuse, it seemed wise in this particular setting to just accept fault and take what was coming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Finer Girl (CopperLily and IrishWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 20:43:48</strong>
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				Still within the shadows, the stimulation's figure smiled at the pose the pleasure slave took. Just like the flesh and blood masters it was suppose to be standing in for, it found the visual of her submission pleasing and arousing. He stepped forwards, arms still crossed over a deep chest, until the powerful figure was standing right before her, almost touching but not quite. He looked down upon her, weighing and considering, letting the seconds tick passed. If she had truly done something wrong in the real world, by this point, she should have been nervously running through events in her head, trying to figure out how to avoid her master's displeasure in the future or wondering what he meant to do about it. <br><br>"Thats good" said the figure, uncrossing his arms, to reveal his large hands and the two objects he was holding, "I'm not in the mood to deal with a bunch of bullshit excuses. You will be forgiven, once properly punished."<br><br>While he spoke, a red gag ball on a black leather strap dangled before, which she would have seen, if she tried to take a peek at the figure. From the other hand, a set of handcuffs hung, lined with leather to prevent damage to the wrists. When the last word was spoken, he reached down a little, holding the gag before her mouth, expecting her to open up and accept the thing without complaint. He also was expecting her hands to go behind her back, ready to be bound without a command from him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Finer Girl (CopperLily and IrishWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>05-08-2013, 10:11:29</strong>
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				She felt him come close to her, looking over her, and part of her could feel his pleasure at her kneeling, submissive, vulnerable form. Her mind was running as he let her dangle for a long moment waiting for his judgement - not on her crimes, of which as far as she was aware there were none, but on telling herself to obey, to accept, to be a good girl and bear her punishment. The software would evaluate her afterward, and if she did poorly - she would face genuine punishment, from a real person's hand.<br><br>"Thank you Master" Her voice was truly grateful when he told her she would be forgiven once she was properly punished - more than one of the programs enjoyed her pain for its own sake, and would continue well beyond what was needed purely for correction. She looked up, her eyes wide and timid as he held the gag before her, her lips parting to accept it, letting out a soft groan as the bright red ball was strapped tight into her mouth. As he strapped the gag securely to her head, she also folded her hands at the small of her back, just above the pleasant curve of her rear and the swell of her tail, waiting for them to be secured, bowing her head once he was done with the gag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Finer Girl (CopperLily and IrishWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 04:41:23</strong>
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				The simulation looked pleased, when she glanced up with timid eyes and thanked him. When she opened up, he slipped the gag passed her lips, setting the red ball between her teeth, before locked the leather tight around her head. He checked the strap, as she placed her hands behind her back and the big virtual man nodded in approval, although it was debatable whither or not he was nodding over her actions or his work with the gag. Satisfied with his handy work there, he released the strap, letting her bow her head, as he reached down, slipping the rings of steel around her wrists. There was the sharp clicking of the locking mechanism, as the rings were closed, trapping her hands behind her until someone with a key released her or holo-chamber ended the scenario.<br><br>With her bound, the simulation reached under her arms and lifted the smaller vixen up with ease, like she was toy to such a large man. It didn't watch to see if she let her legs dangle or curled them up under her, as the virtual figure walked over to a nearby box, long and broad enough to be a bed. Sitting down on the edge, he laid her across his lap, her hips resting on his right thigh. His legs where spread far enough, that the top of her breasts barely touched his inner left thigh. Settling himself into a slightly more comfortable position, he wrapped his left arm around her neck, gently turning her head until she was looking over her own shoulder, back towards where his right hand was caressing the delightful curve of her rear, just under her tail.<br><br>Lifting his hand from her, he raised it high and brought it down hard, his whole palm striking her flesh like a thunderclap. The sound of the smack on her rear echoed across the room and could still be heard as he lifted his hand again. Down it came and up it rose until a total of eight blows had rained down on her backside, covering both cheeks and the full curve of her rear.<br><br>"What does this girl think" asked the figure, rubbing her backside slowly after the last blow, "Is she properly punish or should she receive more?"<br><br>He smiled, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get a word out, not with the gag in her mouth, only a bunch of garbled sounds, which he could interpret anyway he pleased. She could try shaking her head but to which part of the question would she be saying yes or no to? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Finer Girl (CopperLily and IrishWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 07:53:57</strong>
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				The little vixen was lifted from the ground by her arms, her legs dangling beneath her, twitching idly, as if she was a ragged little toll to be tossed around. She lay across his lap, her crotch and hips rested on his thigh, her chest supported by the other, her breasts resting against his thigh. She was content to look down, letting drool from the gag drip onto the floor, but instead he turned her neck so she was forced to look back at him, her scared eyes bent up to him, able to watch what was happen to her.<br><br>She let out a soft, pleasured moan as he caressed her rear, savoring what seemed like one of the few points of likely pleasure in her morning exercises. She couldn't help but close her eyes as he raised his hand, her cry as it came down on her rear muffled by the gag into a high pitched squeal, her body twitching with the impact, her breasts pressed to his leg. She jerked with each of the following seven blows, panting softly, her skin heated as he rubbed her backside, tears in her eyes.<br><br>Knowing he would interpret her response however he wished, but that she would be expected to reply enthusiastic anyway, she shook her head frantically, her pleas and promises that she would be a good girl little more than a muffled, babbling noise from the chastened fox.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Finer Girl (CopperLily and IrishWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 00:57:08</strong>
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				"No" said the figure, his questioning tone almost mocking as the little vixen shook her head and babbled through her gag, "This girl hasn't been punished enough? Well I thought eight spanks was good enough but if you think you've been bad enough to warrant more, lets round that number up to ten, shall we?" <br><br>The hand, which had continued to rub her abused bottom, through out the conversation, lifted from her delightful curves. For a long moment, he held the hand high, adjusting himself and the way he was holding her head, so that she could get a good view of what was going on. Then after she had time to process that she was going to be spanked again and had time to both calm down from her attempt to convince him she was punished enough, he struck. Down came the hand and open palm met curved rear. The strike sounded like Zeus himself had loosed a punishing thunderbolt and then the hand was lifting away, raising up and then waiting. This master wanted her to know what was coming and wanted her to fear it.<br><br>Again, it was long moments before the spank came and again, the virtual master put a great deal of strength into the blow, enough even to bruise. The arm around her neck loosed, letting her relax from the awkward posture of being forced to look back over her own shoulder. as the big man began so gently rub the tender spots where his punishment had landed. After some time, seconds or minutes, maybe more, the figure lightly patted the vixen's rear before grasping her hips and slowly drawing her up to straddle his lap, facing him.<br><br>"This girl" he said, "As learned her lesson and earned a little reward, for being such a good girl during it."<br><br>Big hands reached up and loosened the gag but not undoing the strap. There should be enough slack in the leather for the vixen to work it out of her mouth and let the red ball fall around her throat like a necklace, if she concentrated enough. His fingers found their way down to her chest, caressing the perky breasts before close around her nipples. Slowly, teasingly, he begins to twist and tug on the pleasure buds, listening carefully to each sound she might make.
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Finer Girl (CopperLily and IrishWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 01:59:12</strong>
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				The timid vixen's eyes widened at the questioning, lightly mocking tone, letting out a high pitched squeak as he interpreted her muffled pleas as saying she hadn't had enough. She whimpered softly, her look resigned as he shifted, settling back in to two more swats.<br><br>The strike that came down was far harder than before, the gag muffling a scream as she bucked against his body, her cheek quivering as his hand came down hard on it. She trembled as he hesitated, wanting to see her anticipation, another scream as he came down hard on her rump again. She panted softly when he was done, huddling against him, moaning softly as he grasped sore hips, moving him to straddle his lap, her lean, toned thighs spread wide. <br><br>Ducking her head softly as she was told she was a good girl, she looked at him with soft eyes, working the gag out of her mouth, letting it settle in the hollow of her throat, the bright red gag the closest thing to jewelry she could have as a slave. She gasped softly as he caressed the perky, symmetrical swell of her chest, moaning softly in pleasure.<br><br>"Thank you Master, for correcting your girl. I just want to be good..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Finer Girl (CopperLily and IrishWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 10:41:04</strong>
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				"And you will be" said the figure, "Once all your bad habits are fixed."<br><br>While the programing for the virtual master, made him enjoy punishing the small vixen, it also filled the massive creation of light, with a sense of equal punishment and pleasure. A small, pleased smile appeared on his face, as she moaned softly from his attentions to her chest. But she had screamed with pain and fear (or at least tried too through the gage) while he spanked her, he was going to need more than a low moan from her now. She would need to groan, moan, pant, gasp, grunt and coo with pleasure before he was done with her.<br><br>Keeping one of his broad hands playing with the delightful pleasure buds, crowning her perky breasts, the figure slid the other down her slim stomach and slipped it between He leaned back, virtual eyes watching her with a pride of an owner looking upon a prize show animal, as his fingers caressed her sex, teasingly curving around her clit with each stroke. The simulation could have pressed the fingers into the slave, however it cost a great deal of power to keep a construct of light intact inside a living being and most owners prefered the honor of removing a girl’s virginity themselves.<br><br>“And a good girl” he said slowly, as he ran fingertips along her most sensitive parts and caught her nipple in a good pinch, “only cums when she has begged.....”
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				Title: <strong>Re: No Finer Girl (CopperLily and IrishWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 08:02:39</strong>
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				She was grateful that this simulation seemed to be a mixture of pleasure and pain. A few were genuinely sadistic, the holo-program causing pain and suffering for its own sake, simulating an owner who just wanted to torture something beautiful. It was an important thing to know a girl's resilience for that - more than one were reduced to incoherent lumps of terror when confronted with such a thing - and the boutique would not sell such girls into that fate. It was one of the reasons they were renowned for the quality of their pets - all served with the knowledge that they were meant to succeed, that their service was intended to have meaning.<br><br>So the slender little vixen wriggled in his lap, nuzzling him softly as his broad hands toyed with her sensitive breasts, gasping and moaning in delight. She shivered at the expression in his eyes - she wanted no more than to be such a prize. She groaned, rubbing herself idly against his fingers, her eyes bright.<br><br>Yelping as he pinched a nipple, she lowered her head. <br><br>"Please Master, may this girl be allowed to cum. She's sorry for misbehaving, and wants to show you how grateful she is that you correct her, and touch her with such tenderness..."
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