The Slave Maker [Inkidu & AngelicSlave]
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				Title: <strong>The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 04:24:19</strong>
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				Slave Maker Matias Highguard stood in the foyer of his elegant home. It wasn't ostentatious. It was tasteful, homey even but with a sense of nobility to it. It was rich warm fabrics and woods. Four fires in the large central fire place heated the whole manse. It had two floors. The living areas and kitchen atop and the bedrooms and basements below. He looked at himself in the foyer mirror. He was anxious. A tall strong man who was well-built but a predatory litheness made him look strong and not bulky like most male slave makers. He wore nothing but long loose black slacks. He was going to work. He walked down to the warm working areas below with there stone walls. <br><br>There sat bound with rope a beautiful creature. Curvaceous and warm, Matias shivered in anticipation. This was his first slave. He had spent his life in the noble art. She was to be his assistant and she would help him with a long and profitable career. First he had to make her his. He approached the dark haired angel and ran a hand over her soft wings. "I am your master now." Is all he said. He unbound her. The people said she had spirit but it didn't manifest in violence per se. <br><br>"I am going to teach you all manner of things but here are your immediate rules, "I am Maker to you that is what you call me. I want you to bathe twice a day and after every time I've lain with you. You may talk and pray to whatever gods you hold dear, and speak freely so long as you remember your tongue." He warned gently. He wanted her now, "What is your name?" He asked pushing her to the floor and putting his mouth near hers. He could smell her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 04:32:57</strong>
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				Shadow's emerald eyes traced his every step as he entered the room. They gleamed in the dark, the violet ring around them causing the light to glint off of them at times. She watched as he neared her, shivering as he stroked a hand over her wings. Growling softly at the unwanted pleasurable touch, she was grateful when he removed the rope from around her body. Rubbing her hands over her skin, she checked for any significant damage, glad to see there wasn't any.<br><br>She waited until he had finished speaking before finally letting her eyes roam over him. Not appreciating being pushed down onto the floor, she struggled slightly against his hold. "Shadow." she finally said, continuing to observe him. "Maker..." she breathed, testing the word, not really addressing him. Finally connecting gazes with him, she tilted her head to the side, her dark red hair falling over her shoulder. "Why do you think I am a slave? Did you purchase me from those who kidnapped me? Is that why you feel free to treat me as nothing more than a pet?" she asked, a slight bit of venom and anger in her tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 04:39:54</strong>
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				"I could treat you like a pet, if you wish, Shadow." He said, "A man does not lie with his pets, unless he is very wrong in the head. I'm grooming you to be my assistant as it were. A testament to my customers that I can make slaves. So no you're not a pet, you are a slave. It is a higher rung believe me." He smiled at her his smile was warm. "I would offer you food but lunch is an hour away. If you do well I will let you eat anything you want." Slave making wasn't about raping the victim into a mindless husk of lust. It was about culturing them. It required much more finesse. <br><br>"I'll be kind. I'm not letting you off this floor until I kiss some part of your body, I'll let you pick." He was almost straddling her asserting her dominance. "Or spank you for being a bad little angel." It was fine dance. They had to be confident but obedient. Ladies on the street and whores in the bed. He smiled at her. "You're special. You won't get shipped off to some fat old rich man. You'll stay with me. I'm half-human..." That meant a long career of slavery and a need for a equally long-lived assistant. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 04:44:48</strong>
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				Glaring at him slightly as he spoke of letting her eat, she gave a soft growl and looked away from him. She shifted under him on the floor, eager to get up and clean off. She had not been allowed out of her confines for day and it irritated her to be in such a state of uncleanliness. She turned back to him as he began speaking and rolled her eyes. He wanted to kiss some part of her body, fine with her if she got to choose. <br><br>Hearing she was going to be staying with him, she started to grin. He was human which meant a short life span and then she would be free. Almost ready to smile, his next words dashed any hope and the emeralds clouded over with anger and resentment. "Kiss my ass." she said with a growl, turning over and presenting him with her dirt covered posterior to make him press his lips there. <br><br>In her eyes, the perfect act of defiance. It gave him what he demanded, but allowed her a sense of victory and control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 23:54:55</strong>
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				He had demanded her to be clean on arrival someone was in trouble but not her. He gently took a warm washcloth and&nbsp; cleaned the only slightly dirty rump. Grabbing her hips he put her lips to the soft flesh, "How did you know my favorite part." He teased her knowing her act of defiance only brought him pleasure. He licked the soft skin and kissed it longer than he had to his lips trailing over her cheeks. When he was done he ordered her food and a washbasin. Several maids came in and it was filled in no time. <br><br>He liked to take care with his slaves. He gave her the plate but he began washing her hair for her. Running the cloth over her body. She was his property and his responsibility he would care for her. He unashamedly touched her body as she ate. "I like your ass so much," He teased again, "I think you should go without bottoms for the rest of the day." It was a small punishment for her obvious want for defiance. Her training had to begin sometime. The bath was over and he ordered her to dry and wrap up her top half in a silk scarf. <br><br>"Tell me about yourself, and be warned, mind you manners or I'm going to start punishing you." He said sternly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 20:11:34</strong>
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				Feeling the warm and damp cloth on her rump, she frowned. The point was for him to have gotten dirty, yet here he was cleaning her off. Rolling her eyes, she went to shift and sit back down before her eyes grew wide. His hands curled around and kept her hips in place as his lips met her ass in a devious kiss. Shivering in disgust, she felt him lapping and kissing her skin, seeming to enjoy it more than she had anticipated. Perhaps she would have to try a different form of defiance.<br><br>Flinching as he called for several items, she turned and face him, her eyes shadowed with multiple emotions, each hard to read in the emerald depths. Watching a wash basin come in, followed by maids, she watched the bath be set up. Sighing, she was grateful for the bath, even if it meant he would have complete access to her body. His control over her was proven as she was not allowed to wash herself, but instead had to sit still and let him wash and grope her.<br><br>Glaring at him saying that she would have to go without pants, she grit her teeth, not sure how to anger him without taking the brunt of it for the moment. As he moved away, she ripped the towel out of his hands and quickly wrapped it around herself and dried off. Taking the silk for her top half, she quickly and efficiently wrapped it around her torso, making it cover as much as possible. Looking at him for mock approval, she was a bit surprised at his question.<br><br>"Shouldn't you already know everything about me?" she taunted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 00:51:14</strong>
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				Matias smirked and made her relinquish her towel to a made. He slapped her ass hard but not in any real punishment more of an sexual way. "Fine if you don't want to answer my questions I can find something else for your pretty mouth." With surprising speed he grabbed her by her neck and pushed her to her knees. With his free hand he undid his trousers and let them fall revealing a perfect specimen of the male sex. It was a foot or more in length and the girth would make any woman swoon. He wouldn't rape her of course but what made him such a good slave maker was women of any race found it harder and harder to resist him if he was aroused. He was half magical himself. He didn't exactly know how it would work on an angel of course. <br><br>"Your choice again, but not for long." He liked the illusion of choice. She could become intimate in more than one way but she had to give something up. Would she minister to his sexual wants over intimate personal details. "Go on..." He cooed, "I know you like me..." He teased her taking her slender wrist he put her hand on his shaft. "Feel good?" He asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 02:54:38</strong>
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				Sighing as she was forced to hand her towel over, she jumped and glared as he slapped her exposed ass. Growling softly, she was surprised when he forced her to her knees. She shivered and then looked up at him in shock as he exposed his length. Shivering a bit, she yanked her neck away from his touch and tried to back away from him. Shaking her head to gain her control back, she looked up and frowned harder at his words.<br><br>This was no real choice at all. Maybe if she bit him he would get the picture and leave her the hell alone. She growled as he taunted her about liking him. As he took her wrist, she yanked it back and then in retaliation for making her touch him, she squeezed him hard before backing away. "I don't care to do either. Pick another option." she said with a glare.
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 22:04:03</strong>
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				"Neither is not an option." He said with a bemused grin on his face. "Maybe a spanking is in order." Humiliation and physical pain always worked better than one or the other. She was making him harder and hotter. What a slave. "Still, I'm feeling very generous today. "So you don't want to tell me your name, or suck..." He prowled around her, "What about masturbating for me, while I watch." He posed, "You do know how to do that, don't you?" He said sliding his pants up with the final insult and sitting away from her so she could begin, "I have toys too, polished wood, if you prefer." <br><br>Keep her uncomfortable but able, that was his plan. She would compromise. That would be the way in to her mind. He could get her to give up an inch at a time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 23:51:57</strong>
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				Glaring at the idea that he thought himself high enough to give her a spanking, she move away from him. His growing erection showed that he was still enjoying this, and probably thinking of all the ways he would supposedly make her submit and be his perfect little slut. Well that was not going to be happening any time soon, that was for sure. Rolling her eyes at his "generosity," she snorting at the idea of herself masturbating for him. All of her amusement went out the window at the next insult however, as she turned stormy eyes upon his figure. "I do. I do not need your toys and I will not be putting on a show like a whore for you." she growled.<br><br>"My name is Shadow. Age is not important to me and I have no idea how you consider the years. I was kidnapped by some goons in black clothing and tossed into a dark room. I felt something sting my neck and the next thing I know I am in your little dungeon here. Satisfied?" she asked snidely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 00:03:03</strong>
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				"Mmm... a little..." He said with a low growl. "I'm afraid though you've gotten me all worked up so I'm going to have to work it out someway with you." He laughed gently, "Since you finally came around I'll let you pick the way your body is used to make me feel good." To the untrained person this would be a lame show of dominance but it was really testing the waters, kicking the walls, and seeing how smart she was. <br><br>"Go on Shadow, pick your pleasure. I'm sure you know all the ways men use women..." He cooed, she was his first project and he wanted his personal assistant to be something perfect. Something to show his skill at his trade, "Butt? Perhaps you seemed to like that..." He teased. 
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				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 06:43:38</strong>
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				Rolling her eyes at the comment of him being all worked up, Shadow glared up at him when he then put the burden of his own pleasure on her. Growling quietly, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked him in the eyes, a sign of disrespect but one that showed she was not amused in the slightest. "My pleasure? As in how can I avoid touching you while somehow managing to give you pleasure?" she asked with a slightly amused grin.<br><br>"Well hunny, if you were planning on giving me a challenge you weren't too smart." she teased. Walking over to him she licked her lips and pretended to kneel down to suck him off. Instead, she wrapped her hand tightly around his base and then pressed down with her palm, knowing it was enough to make him uncomfortable. Pressing her nails gently to the underside of his cock, she raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "Now listen here you stupid shit, I was kidnapped. I don't belong to you and I am certainly not a possession. I will kill you given the chance, and as for now, I want my pants and I want out of here. Think we can work something out?" she asked with a happy grin.<br><br>"Oh...is this pleasing enough for you?" she asked with a dark chuckle, her eyes gleaming in sadistic pleasure as she pressed her nails firmer against his length.
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 16:39:06</strong>
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				Oh and she had been doing so well too. Did she really think he hadn't thought of that? It was so simple. If you were willing to give an angry woman access to your body you knew how to handle her. Faster than lightning and with practiced ease he reached out and grabbed her wrist. He jammed his thumb in the nerve cluster that would make her let go in horrible, sharp pain. She might hold on for a few seconds but he would just bend the wrist break it if need be but he didn't think that was going to be required.<br><br>He didn't quite no if it would work but it should. He also decided to backhand her across the face to prove his point. He'd been trying to be nice but he could do this the hard way. Her sob story had no effect on him. This was how the world was. She was a slave and he a maker. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 17:22:08</strong>
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				Growling loudly as he reached out and grabbed her, she hissed as a horrible pain ran up her arm from her wrist where he was jamming his thumb into her. To spite him, she sunk her nails deep into her flesh before ripping her hand away, sure to leave a few gashes. As he backhanded her, her head snapped to the side as she froze. It was not terror that made her freeze however, nor was it anything close to it.<br><br>Working her jaw for a moment, she reached up and gently ran her fingers over the spot where he hit her. Turning to face him once more, her eyes were so dark they were nearly black with rage. Licking her lips, she grinned at him before growling loudly and shoving his body back against the wall. In a few quick motions, she had him pinned, using her body weight and muscles formed from long years of practice to hold him by the neck and groin. Spinning sharply when he tried to force her off, she evaded any touch and glared at him as she slowly cut off his air supply. With a curt tone, laced with venom, she simply said, "Ouch. That hurt."
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 18:32:40</strong>
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				In actuality a groin strike hurt no worse than most other strikes to the body, much of it was just male bravado. She had him by the throat and the groin. Not a bad move but legs were a powerful weapon. He clenched his thighs in a powerful wrestling move and used his hands to wrench her arm from his throat as black spots swam in the corner of his eyes. He furiously flipped over and rammed her face into the floor. He had her on her stomach as he sat atop her wrenching her arm. "This is a much safer position." He remarked. <br><br>He would have to take disciplinary action. He wouldn't beat her or anything but a day without food and water in a tiny room did wonders. Hauling her to her feet he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, "This is much more effective than the groin dear." He whispered before tossing her in the room hard and shutting the door. <br><br>The save laws were very particular. No rape or bondage-like tortures, or torture in general that limited his options to the most basic of actions but he'd always like a challenge.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 04:35:54</strong>
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				Growling as he shifted, she tried to fight him off but failed to do so. In the next instant, bright lights flashed before her eyes as pain exploded in her face. Crying out, she groaned as he pinned her down and sat upon her. Growling and squirming under him, she didn't care about him wrenching her arm, she just wanted to be free. As he hauled her to her feet, she tried to strike out at him once more, but was only able to yelp as he yanked her head back by her hair.<br><br>Panting and growling in pain, she only sneered at him. As he tossed her into a room and shut the door behind him she growled loudly once more before using her hands to search for the back corner, farthest away from the door just in case he decided to come back and beat her. Continuing to growl, she reached up and felt along her face, feeling a bit of warm, fluid that meant she had been injured during their fight.<br><br>Glaring at the door, she curled up and waited, not daring to become distracted in case he decided to come back.
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 23:29:06</strong>
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				Matias used the cool down time to set up what he thought he wouldn't need. Paddles, crops, whips. Light stuff of course, in accordance but a little punishment was still within his rights, humiliation but no degradation as the saying went. He'd tried the carrot but now it was time for the stick. Hours passed and the slave maker made sure the smell of his meals wafted through the compound. <br><br>Eventually he came to collect her. He was careful with his entry. He carried a leash and collar in his hands. It could be used as a weapon in the hands of someone skilled like him. "Come on, Shadow. Punishment time and if you're a good girl I won't send you to bed cold and hungry." He said making his presence known and bracing for any attack.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 07:02:57</strong>
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				As the scent of food wafted through the room, she growled, knowing he was purposefully teasing her. It had struck her shorty after he left that not only was she exhausted from being drugged and tied up, but that she was starving and hadn't eaten lately. The teasing of food only made her angry though she could feel herself becoming weaker from lack of sleep, water and nourishment. Her face still throbbed with pain from when he had slammed her face into the floor, making her never forget her own anger.<br><br>Remaining in the far corner of the room, she was well aware of his intent to enter before he opened the door. As the door finally swung open, she remained still, well hidden in the darkness, even as the light from the hall lit the room partially. Staying completely silent, she ignored him and just glared at him, not intending to go to this "punishment" willingly. She had done nothing to deserve any kind of punishment, just as she had not deserved to have her face slammed into the floor.
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 22:01:10</strong>
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				"Fine then." He said calmly backing away from the door and shutting it, leaving her again. This was a lot more than just dragging her out and spanking her. No he wanted her to come to her punishment like a whipped dog. She could live comfortably but she didn't want to follow his rules. Rules are important. <br><br>He went to fill out the remainder of the paperwork. Matias had to make sure she was all legal and legitimate. Nothing carried a higher price than illegal enslavement. What a lot of the poor would-be slaves didn't realize that this was a cultural and economical things. He was like a priest or tax collector in that regard. <br><br>It was his job to groom them to be slaves. Though he felt a pang of bitterness and malice towards the angel. Shadow was supposed to be his slave-assistant and she was hardly being cooperative. The maker sighed and shifted some papers. "She had to sleep sometime." He muttered to himself. 
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				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 00:55:33</strong>
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				When the "Maker" left, Shadow let out a near silent sigh of relief. Her relief was short lived however, as her stomach soon reminded her that she still had not received any food. Of course, it was reminding her of the dry sensation of her throat, not at all soothed as she tried to swallow to rewet it. Groaning softly, she pressed more firmly against the wall behind her, exhaustion, hunger, and dehydration pulling at her. She would not give him the satisfaction of coming out obediently like a dog however, she would rather die first.<br><br>As the hours started to pass once more, her eyes began to droop, as her body tried to conserve as much energy as it could. The effects of no food and water were starting to show as she swayed even while sitting up, loud growls filling the room as her stomach voiced its protests. Shaking her head a bit to try and wake herself back up, she soon groaned as instead it caused a wave of nausea, sending her dry heaving into the corner. As the heaving ended, she found herself slumping to the floor, too exhausted to get up. Moments later, she was fast asleep, too worn out to fight any longer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 20:55:53</strong>
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				Pressing his ear to the door Matias couldn't make out any obvious movements. Opening the door to the chamber he found her fast asleep. Oh he didn't enjoy punishing her, not really. He found pleasure in spanking and bondage but not in punishment. There was a difference. He normally enjoyed the obedience. He detained her in a special chair that kept her bound quite comfortably for being bound. He'd stripped her completely naked. The chair had a cushion and fur-lined manacles. He held a bowl of stew under her nose. <br><br>"Come on little Shadow wake up." He would foster a need for him in her if she was unwilling to make room for him. If she didn't ask nicely for each sip of water and each bite of food he wouldn't give it to her. He told her this as she began to come around. "Time to learn your place."
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				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 21:29:17</strong>
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				As Shadow slowly came around she frowned finding herself sitting up. Growling softly in confusion she tried to shift before finding herself bound. Eyes snapping open she saw the "maker" in front of her with a bowl of something that smelled heavenly. Looking down, she growled loudler as she saw she had been stripped and bound to the chair under her.<br><br>Struggling weakly, she soon opted for just glaring at the man in front of her. Already it was becoming a challenge to keep her head up and she could feel her eyes struggling to remain open. Looking at him, she just sneered and remained stubbornly silent. As her stomach growled and clenched painfully, she gritted her teeth and tried to curl in on herself, doing everything she could to remain silent through the pain.
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 02:57:37</strong>
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				Willful this one. Matias thought mildly as he wafted the bowl of light but savory stew in front of her nose, "All you have to do is ask." He told her again, "Politely..." he added dryly filling the spoon up again and taking a bite. Embellishing the taste of it with his gestures and facial expressions. "It's not hot either, just right." <br><br>For the most part Matias enjoyed the game. She'd bested him once today but he was going to get her to yield or she would starve. There was nothing in the slave laws that said he actually had to feed her. Mostly a slave is usually not so pigheaded as to starve him or herself to death. <br><br>"Maybe I should start plucking out your pretty feathers..." He said passively but the threat was there in his voice. "They're so pretty and they would make the next, more cooperative slave very happy." He added with a darker intonation of his voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 05:11:41</strong>
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				Looking at him, she watched as he took a bite, her stomach clenching at the thought of eating. Sneering a bit at his reminder to be polite, she had to bite her tongue in order to remain silent instead of slinging words at him. Though, as soon as he dared talk of plucking her feathers, she growled loudly and started struggling wildly in her seat once more. She was going to kill him if he even tried. There would be nothing that could keep her bound if he even tried to pluck her feathers.<br><br>Panting in exhaustion as the struggle wore her out, she continued to growl at him. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes for a moment and then swallowed her growl and her pride. Roughly, she spit out the words he was looking for. "May I please...have a spoonful of food....Maker?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 21:56:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You may." He cooed to her sweetly and gave her a big bite of stew. "Would you like another, or water?" He asked the whole thing would have been laughable if it weren't a serious exercise. She'd fallen for his bluff, he'd never pluck out her gorgeous dark feathers. That's why he'd picked her from the pens in the first place. Still threats provided results. If she asked for more politely he gave it to her. "You know I'm going to have to spank you for your earlier disobedience, but if you ask nicely for your punishment I'll make it ten strikes instead of twenty." She'd been too careless to avoid the stick but the whole relationship was built on the compromises Shadow would make. <br><br>"What do you say?" He asked, "Actually I'll let you out of the punishment if you ask but you can't know what for until you agree..." He thought fiendishly, a handsomely impish smile crossing his face. "Your choice." Oh he loved watching gears turn but it was her choice she'd decide what happened to her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 15:06:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadow chewed and slowly swallowed the bite of stew, her stomach immediately easing in its cramping. At his question, she closed her eyes and whispered. "Water, please." Hating herself for having to bed and ask for every bite, she also knew that if she went quiet he would refuse her more food and water and possibly pluck her feathers once by one. Having escaped that fate once, and landed on Earth to spend her entire life avoiding it, the threat had struck home, making her never want to let him near her delicate wings ever again.<br><br>As he spoke of letting her out of the punishment, her eyes narrowed, but she said nothing for a long moment. "I will take the punishment please." At least that way she still had control over what was going to happen to her. If she asked out of the spanking, there was no way she could figure out what else he would do to her instead. He seemed hell bent on punishing her though, so she doubted she would like whatever he had planned instead of the spanking.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 16:14:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Matias raised the glass of water and held her chin gently, tenderly helping her drink. He fed her a few more bites and a few more sips before she acknowledged her punishment. "Good girl, Shadow. Ten it is then." He told her, "But lets finish this off first and give it some time." Good slave makers were hard for slaves to distinguish most just beat the slave into submission but Matias took pride in trying to make the slave want her lot. <br><br>He gently, slowly fed her the last of the stew a soft, warm heel of bread and let her drink as much water as she wanted. The process was slow so she wouldn't get sick, "You're very appealing dear such nice curves and beautiful hair... I could show you so much." Matias said almost sadly as he undid her cuffs, "Don't fight or it goes to thirty lashes." He warned her.<br><br>He stood her up and lead her to a wall by the collar and chained her hands and collar to it. Her top mass was held up by the wall and her feet could easily touch the ground. Her curvaceous ass was offered up to his paddle. The maker brandished a wide wooden paddle that was long and square. It was not one meant to injure. The broad face created a wider surface and the pain was spread out. Whips were not something Matias used often, they usually left permanent marks and he was not going to mar his slave she'd not been that bad. <br><br>"One," he said and the harsh but somehow pleasing sound of wood hitting soft flesh made Matias hard, <br>"Two," the maker continued in even pace and swing. He was strict and fair. <br><br>The rhythmic slap of the paddle on her rump and her small cries were very heating and he knew he'd want to continue her training immediately.<br><br>"Nine... and ten..." Good, Shadow. "He let her out of the hand restraints but left her chained. "Now, would you like maker to make you feel better?" Matias was sure she learned her lesson, if not she'd be subjugated t something else. Matias never called himself master, for all a maker's work master was something the slave had to acknowledge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 22:14:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he continued to help her drink and eat the rest of the stew, she flinched at the condescending praise for accepting something she didn't deserve. Saying nothing, she just continued to eat, taking every bite he offered and swallowing it down, unsure when she would get to eat again. As he fed her, making sure to keep it slow, she both reveled in the fact that he found her attractive, but hated that he was only saying it because he longed to have her under his thumb obeying his every command.<br><br>As he undid the cuffs, she badly wanted to lash out at him, but the reminder of the punishment increasing made her pause and just walk to where he put her. Growling under her breath, she remained still as he cuffed her hands and her collar to the wall. Tugging gently, she found that while she could stand, she could not move much in any other way. Hearing him shift before her, she closed her eyes and braced herself for pain.<br><br>As the paddle met her soft flesh, she hissed quietly and shifted on her feet to try and get rid of the pain, or at least find a way to escape it. As he started a rhythmic pattern of strikes, she continued to hiss with every lash, trying to remain quiet even though the pain grew from repeated hits to the same tender area. <br><br>When he finished, she closed her eyes and relaxed a bit, almost grinning as he released her hands. However, instead of fully releasing her, he kept her collar attached to the wall, putting her on alert instantly. Her body tensed as she waited, hating the vulnerable position she was now in. "And just how are you going to do that?" she asked, trying to keep most of the venom out of her voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 22:32:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, Shadow, you have such lovely breasts, not overly large, but firm and round like peaches..." he complimented, "I thought since you were such a good girl and took your punishment that you would let me kiss and massage your tits." A slow cool smile spread across his handsome face. He loved giving a compliment then an order. He loved making what would be for a normal man a request into an order. His tone was calm but brooked no questioning. He would have her beautiful breasts. <br><br>"Or I suppose I could make the front match the rump and make you ask for each lash. Again, the choice is yours, lovely." The choice that wasn't a choice. Another and by far his most favorite. Slavery wasn't about beatings, it was about compromising one's morals, ideas, or goals and thinking that what the maker offered was better for them. <br><br>Matias stroked her tits with a light hand, "Tick-tock, Shadow, tick-tock." He smiled again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 22:54:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he started complimenting her breasts, she felt her skin crawl in disgust, hating how he could and did want to feel her up after he had just finished punishing her for having a mind of her own. She could hear in his voice that she really didn't have a choice in the matter, especially not with the way she was still bound in this vulnerable position.<br><br>Hatred and anger flooded her system as he spoke of making her ask for each lash against the front of her body. She would die before she ever gave him that pleasure.&nbsp; As he began to stroke her, she growled lowly but soon forced herself to quiet down through she remained utterly tense under his touch.<br><br>"Obviously not a choice. Go ahead and put your filthy hands on me then." she spat, unable to keep the venom out of her tone as he made jokes about having choices in the matter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 20:40:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh-uh," He said running the smooth wood of the paddle over her breasts and touching it to them with little light taps. He appraised them as they moved and bounced under his paddle. "That's not how a good slave asks. What about please, maker, please kiss my breasts?" He smiled, "I guess you'll just have to be read up top and down bottom." She would learn, he would have her, but only after she gave herself over willingly. That was the sweetest of all victories. <br><br>He waited for her to make up her mind. This was only the first day after all and maybe he should just let her sleep there a night instead of a nice soft bed. That would learn her something. In the morning he'd oversee her training in much more domestic areas and then at night he would continue her more fun trainings. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 01:03:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadow growled as he began gently tapping her breasts with the paddle, yanking against the chain that kept her against the wall. Tensing as he threatened her with more pain, she grit her teeth and closed her eyes, the orbs almost black with anger as she breathed in slowly. She was not going to give in...not to him...not to anyone.<br><br>Glaring at the wall in front of her, she spoke. "Please sir...please touch my breasts. After all, they are just <em>begging</em> to have your hands upon them. Afterall, I am nothing but a slave, a mere <em>pet</em> that was sold to you. Who am I to decide what I get." she spat quietly, offering him his earlier words, but showing she was also in no way willing. "Alas, you could choose to cause further pain, but it will not endear me to you. Nothing will. So go ahead, and <em>please</em> touch me, give me even more reason to hate you." she finished sweetly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 23:14:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd heard the tone of her quiet rage but he decided it was a start and maybe after being loved on a bit she'd warm up to some other things. It was a compromise at a time. She didn't have to like him she just had to obey. He knelt before her minding his groin around her legs and leaned low grabbing her full breasts with his big hands. He worked them slowly massaging them. It was obvious he wasn't doing it only for himself. <br><br>He leaned in with his mouth and gently took one of her nipples between his lips and ran his tongue over the bud. Sucking slightly he licked the firm round curve of her breasts and squeezed them like a misuse would squeeze a tired shoulder muscle. He'd obviously been trained to do this to women. "Tell the truth, Shadow, does it feel good?" He asked rubbing the mounds with big warm hands.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 17:54:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he moved, she tensed further and watched with glee as he started to kneel in front of her. Scowling as he shielded himself from any attacks, she had to admit that while it would have brought her joy to cause him pain, she was in no position to escape and surely he would come down on her twice as hard with these so called "punishments." Closing her eyes, a wave of disgust passed over her as his hands cupped her breasts. Her second instinctual reaction was to try and jerk away from his touch, but all it did was leave a slight sting upon her neck where the damned collar lay, now biting into her skin.<br><br>Growling softly, she just closed her eyes and tipped her head away from him so she would not have to breathe in his scent. If only she could ignore him and what he was doing to her, then all would be well. Squealing with anger as he dared take her breast into his mouth, she growled even louder and began to fight the feeling of him pleasuring her in any way. Her body tensed up all the way as she clawed at the wall, hating how her nipple was tightening and craving the sensation the bastard was giving her. Her legs tensed in desire to kick him as he dared make this feel in any way good.<br><br>As he questioned her about how it felt, she suddenly started chuckling and looked down at him, an eire glint in her eyes. "Oh you know...it does feel good....to have <em>you</em>....my supposed Maker....kneeling before me...and offering me pleasure. How wonderful. I misbehave, and you squat down and give me a reward. I think I might enjoy this. Care to press down a bit further. I am sure I could manage to cum all over you and give you a nice mess to clean up if you really wanted to make sure I learned to misbehave." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 00:28:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only an idiot thinks that kneeling his subservience." He retorted calmly and to prove his point he took her nipple in his fingers and pinched it roughly, "See?" Matias took the whole of her other breast and squeezed it hard, painfully hard. "Subservience is much more than just a pose, it's a thing of the mind. He pushed her back as he let go. "You really ought to learn how to quit while you're ahead. Now I'm going stop and you're going to suck me and I'm going to cum in your face, you consent to this or I put you up in standing chains for the whole night."<br><br>Matias stood up exposing himself to her. Again she would see his gleaming spectacle of manhood. "What do you say?" He said. He couldn't go overboard, she had to want to accept one element of his deal. If he were a truly cruel maker he'd fuck her until she couldn't stand and then hand her off to a group of old fat men. That would break her like a dry twig. Matias wanted to bend her like a sapling. hold it in place long enough and it took the shape you wanted. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 02:45:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he spoke, she had to roll her eyes before growling loudly at the sudden pain that flared through her breasts. She began struggling against him and the chains once more in response to the pain, all while glaring at him as her hatred of him increased. Growling as he pushed her back, she watched him stand and just glared all the more. Chuckling darkly at the idea of him placing his cock in her mouth, she grit her teeth together and raised an eyebrow. The alternative would be extremely uncomfortable, especially as she had not been able to sleep well in the past days. Standing all night would mean she would get no sleep again.<br><br>What would be the harm in letting him use her for his pleasure. It would mean he had to use her, but that he needed her consent to do such an act. Which meant she really had the power on the yay or nay of this situation. Grinning just a bit, she chuckled and looked up at him with a full on grin. "And just what is the alternative? If I deny you, I stand all night. What is there to say that after I let you cum on me...that you will not just leave me here. I don't really see any reason I should give you anything you want."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 19:21:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't tempt me to do just that." the maker said, "If you obey you get rewards. I'll let you pick the general reward, but you don't get to know exactly what it is." Matias counted a few seconds letting it sink in, "So your choices are: food, clothing, a special bath, or a bed." He wasn't gong to give her real freedom. She got to deny him by the slave laws but he could make her alternatives so much more unappealing that soon sleeping with him and doing all his reasonable orders will be her utmost pleasure. <br><br>"Chose now whether obeying appeals to your senses." Matias grinned his grin, "I have an alternative to those two options as well, "Lie with me and please me with your beautiful mouth and I'll give you all the rewards." He knew she wouldn't go for it. It was giving over too much too fast. Still it made his other offer much more appealing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 08:35:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolling her eyes at his little speech, she did pay attention to just what "rewards" he was willing to give her. All of them sucked as far as she was concerned. She was going to get dirty once again anyway, so a bath was out though she hated the idea of having to remain locked in this place with his cum on her skin for any period of time. Food would be nice, especially since that seemed to be his favorite choice, but again, the idea of having to let him cum on her face made her appetite disappear in a flash. His so called special bath was probably his way of getting to fuck her and making her believe it was a reward. And having a bed would be fine if she was clean, but there was no way she could enjoy a bed if she was filthy, it just wasn't like her.<br><br>At the mention of another alternative, she frowned and listened to what she would need. Of course he wouldn't just come out and say it, and he had no need to stick to his words. His idea of her going to lie with him and use her mouth would probably turn to him demanding that she allow him to fuck her as well. It appeared there was no way out of this and if she wanted the rewards she was going to have to do something she hated anyway. At least if she went with him and let him think he had won then she would get some freedom and could do a bit of planning on how to escape this hell hole.<br><br>With a smirk she looked up at him. "I'll take the last option." she said defiantly, knowing it would be the last thing he expected her to pick. That was probably why she had chosen it, besides wanting all of the rewards. In her mind, it would shock him at first, but it gave her everything she wanted. She never said she would participate full heartedly. She could still do a crap job and be doing what she needed to fill her part of the bargain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 23:17:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Matias raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The maker unshackled her from the wall and set her to kneeling before his considerable manhood. Without preamble (Shadow had consented after all) he took her by her beautiful dark hair and shoved her mouth over his sex. He bucked his hips and worked her mouth with his thrusts. He knew the possibility of her acting like a limp fish was there so he decided to be a little more active with his sexual lessons. Shadow would learn that the maker didn't need her to use her but that it was better and less arduous if she learned to enjoy it. <br><br>He rammed her mouth forcing her to inhale to suck his cock. He wasn't going to have her just lie about and do nothing while he took his pleasure. Matias grabbed her hand and brought it to his balls. He made her stroke them. Once she'd consented he didn't need to tell her how it was going to go. If she wasn't bleeding profusely by the end of it she had not say. <br><br>Matias wasn't just going to hand out the rewards without really making her work for them. The use of her mouth was just foreplay and he felt himself build to a quick hot orgasm. He was about to unleash his virility on her for the first time. Then she would see that this hell wasn't so bad. If not then he'd keep trying.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 18:36:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadow grinned as she was unshackled and then pressed down to her knees before him. This was what she had expected after all. As he gripped her hair, she resisted the urge to growl and force his filthy hands away from her, just remembering not to bite down as he forced himself into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she felt him bucking into her mouth and grunted just a bit, letting him fuck her mouth raw for the moment until she decided to play nice.<br><br>As he changed tactics and started ramming into her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe she started to get angry. Her anger was further ignited when he forced her hand up and made her stroke his balls. Growling she slammed her other free hand onto his waist and kept him still. She was tired of her throat being rubbed raw and having him leading her around as if she were an invalid. Glaring up at him, she began sucking hard around him, her tongue running over the large veins that she could feel.<br><br>Closing her eyes, she didn't want to see his face as she really got to work on him. Swirling her tongue around him, she deep-throated him for a moment before pulling back and quickly&nbsp; bobbed her mouth over his length. Sucking as hard as she could, she squeezed his balls almost painfully before starting to stroke them as he had shown her earlier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 00:28:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Matias groaned loudly and threw his head back as she got into the action more and more. His forcing her to suck died away as she roughly worked him over. The slave was a natural a little unrefined but he liked it rough and he could keep her a little rough. Shadow was to be his assistant after all. She just had to play nice to visiting customers. His body could resist no longer and he came in her beautiful mouth. His seed rushed from him in unrealistic torrents. He was only half human after all. The last few dying spurts of his orgasm went on her face as he pulled from her. Thick rivulets of his seed gave her face a light bombardment.<br><br>He pushed her down to all fours and took up a position behind her. Matias figured this was best. She couldn't viciously bite him if she had a change of heart and Shadow probably didn't want to look at him. That and her wings. He plunged into the new territory with enthusiasm. The tightness of her netherlips gave way under the onslaught of his manhood and he pushed himself in an inch at a time. Drawing it out slowly making the angel feel it before pushing it back in faster. He loved the feel of her as as he started his second run with the slave. <br><br>It was obvious she wouldn't wear him out with just oral stimulation alone. Maybe after a good lay she'd be a little more receptive. Matias growled lightly as he slapped the side of her hip playfully spurring her into&nbsp; action. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 01:35:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the Maker backed off with his forcefulness, Shadow continued to work on him, and soon enough felt the tell tale signs of him starting to cum. Taking a deep breathe, she still about choked as he flooded her mouth with cum. When he pulled back she was thankful, even though her face became coated. Growling softly, she turned her head and spat out his cum, not even bothering to be dainty with it. Coughing a bit, she caught her breath and tried to wipe off her face.<br><br>As he pushed her down onto all fours, she growled loudly and then remembered that this was part of the deal. With a sigh she closed her eyes before yelping in pain as he plunged into her. She had not been wet for him after his little choking stunt, and it burned as he slammed into her. Curling her toes in pain, she continued to growl as he started pumping in and out of her quickly, uncaring if she was ready for him.<br><br>Closing her eyes, she blocked out what was happening, and even when he slapped her, all she did was reach back and take a swipe at him, ready to cause him hard just as he had done to her. Glaring at the floor, she remained stubbornly still and waited for this all to end.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 02:14:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling that any wetness she'd had had long dried up Matias reached around and rubbed her clitoris gently. Stimulating her. The maker wasn't interested in hurting the woman which could happen. He didn't talk to her. It wouldn't do any good. With his other hand he gently rubbed her bottom and slowed his motions until she was more naturally receptive. He decided to play a card that might do more harm than good but might get her to be more willing in the future if it surprised her. "I'm sorry it hurt, Shadow..." he said leaning down and kissing her shoulder blade where the wing would meet flesh. He continued to rub her feeling soft skin and keeping himself hard.<br><br>"I'm a new maker you know." Matias cooed, "I do get overexcited..." He picked up the pace a little in an urging motion trying to get her to play along like she'd had earlier in the oral part of the deal. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 03:08:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadow jumped as the Maker reached around and started rubbing her clit. She froze as he actually slowed in his thrusting and seemed to want her to becoming aroused. Keeping her eyes closed, she sighed and remained still, fighting her own reactions internally, but not letting him see. When he apologized, she frowned and shivered as he kissed her shoulder blade, right where her wing met shoulder. Frowning more, she felt him continue to rub her as he became wet for him.<br><br>As he continued to speak, she became more confused. If he was a <em>new</em> Maker, then it wasn't just a name he wanted to call her. That meant there were more people out there like him, just waiting for women like her to fall prey to their traps. At the same time, she felt a white hot flash of anger, but also a deep sense of fear. Even if she managed to get away, what was stopping her from getting caught again...<br><br>Feeling him pick up the pace, she slowly decided that maybe he wasn't such a bad Maker. After all, he hadn't beaten her too badly in the past day. She still didn't agree that she had needed any punishment at all, but at least he hadn't made her bleed, he had just fulfilled a kink in spanking her. Sighing, she let her head fall as she started rocking back against him, wanting to just be able to clean up and sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 20:29:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Matias felt the change in her mood and his fingers soon became slicked with her arousal. He kissed her again knowing that angel's wings were sensitive at the base. He had obviously been groomed to know a lot about women and their different kinds. When Shadow lowered her head it was hardly enthusiastic. Well that wouldn't do. Grabbing her shoulders gently he rocked himself back into a sitting position so that the angel was impaled atop him sitting on his manhood. "It'll feel good I promise..." He whispered in her ear. His hands closed around her tits and he moved the soft mounds up and down left and right. Massaging them and thumbing over her nipples. <br><br>It was true maker was a title. The whole nations economy was slaves. If she wasn't his she'd be someone else's and he wasn't the best maker out there he knew that but he was far, far from the worst. Some gladly paid the fines to slave-law infringements just to be able to hurt their slaves once or twice. <br><br>"I've got the maids making up all your rewards." He told her gently kissing her ear. "Tonight a nice bath and bed..." He reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit again. "Tomorrow the rest..." He could smell the slight odor of sweat on her from their lovemaking and it made him push into her more rapidly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 19:29:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At the next kiss to her wing, she trembled just a bit against him, hating that he seemed to know just how to arouse her body. As he gripped her shoulders, she tensed and prepared for him to start slamming into her once more. It came as a surprise when he just rocked them back so that he was in a kneeling position with her straddling him. Giving a silent sigh, she figured he was going to make her do all the work and was about to shift when he started moving again. Frowning, she then felt his hands on her breasts as he spoke into her ear. Feel good? What was this? He wanted her to enjoy this?<br><br>Shivering as her nipples hardened under his touch, she remained silent though her body enjoyed his touches. If it was the last thing she could control, she would remain silent and only let her body enjoy this. Her mind would continue to fight until she was free. Hearing him speak about the rewards and kiss her ear, she bit her lip and then tried to rock with him. Freezing as he went back to rubbing her clit, she then closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was alone with a lover instead of her captor. Soon enough she could ignore him and was pushing back against him and trying to make him cum, just like she would if she were with a partner of her own choosing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 22:22:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though no one could really know unless the partner called out the wrong name. There was a school of thought that kept a slave's mind on who was actually fucking her. Matias just had to find the right distraction. Though it would just be through random chance that he actually interrupted her fantasy he would do it enough so that she could only be with him. It was a kind of conditioning. He would find something her fantasy lover wouldn't do and then do it often enough so that the act became associated with the real partner. <br><br>Matias, doing it on memory beat into him in Maker training reached down and pinched her plump ass. He'd slapped it and spanked it enough but pinching was something else. It wasn't a rough pinch just a sexual one. He waited hammering with mighty thrust after thrust of his spear. She would react and he could tell in what way.<br><br>This was his job after all. It took a woman of great mental and physical will to resit all of a maker's tricks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 22:28:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadow had just about sunk into her own fantasy, her escape nearly complete so she could continue with the motions and ignore all that was happening to her besides her own pleasure when a searing pain went through her. Howling at the sudden jolt back into reality, she lunged foreword and away from whatever had brought the pain. <br><br>As if him spanking her had not been enough, to then cause more pain to her backside pissed her off in a way that nothing else would. Without another thought, she froze and refused to move at all. Her arms wrapped around her chest to keep him from touching her chest, while her eyes glared at the wall in front of her. Within seconds, her natural juices had stopped flowing and she remained as still as a rock. Pain had definitely not been a wise choice for the Maker.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 22:39:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pain was hardly the real threat and certainly not his only one. "Fuck, or you lose your gifts. That was the deal." He was cold with his tone but not merciless he stopped himself from bucking before the juices dried and he rubbed her bottom and clit, one with each hand. "Maybe it's best if you keep your mind on your task and not fucking someone else." He advised. His orgasm died when she stopped so it would take him almost twice as many strokes to finish with her. <br><br>He urged her to begin fucking but he decided to take a more direct line to her behavior. With ease he lifted her off by grasping her under her arms and stood up. Turning her around he sat back down and let her slide back onto his cock. "Now look at me when we fuck or you won't get a thing but a mat on the floor and my seed to keep you company. It was obvious her fantasizing upset him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 22:59:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Growling softly in anger, she hated her body for continuing to relax as he rubbed away the pain and kept up the touch to her clit, making her feel pleasure against her will. Closing her eyes, she flinched a bit as he berated her for trying to escape. He was the reason she was trying to find an escape, it was not her fault she didn't want to be here. With absolutely no desire, she slowly started to bounce upon him.<br><br>When he suddenly lifted her up, she rolled her eyes, figuring he got tired to trying to make her participate and then got a surprise when she made her face him as he slid his cock back into her. Frowning, she looked at him and glared more as he forced her to look at him. Continuing to glare, she hated him even more as she moved against him. If anything, this just proved she would never be happy here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 18:04:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Does getting mad really help you?" He panted grabbing her waist and making her bounce on his long rod. "Maybe if you learned to enjoy it half the time you'd be in a better position." He said coldly. His hands slid down her back and over her ass. He grabbed the plump flesh and spread the cheeks so she slid even more onto her maker's cock. He groaned with pleasure but it was evident that he wasn't just letting her do all the work. He slid a hand back up to her wing joint and rubbed it pushing her closer to him so that his mouth could find her tits. <br><br>Matias sucked eagerly on the fruits of her bosom and licked the hardened nipples. She would learn. Shadow had no choice but to learn. Matias wasn't even the meanest maker in the province. There were at least five that he himself had met. He had an obvious distaste for the men of their ilk. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 22:30:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Snorting at his question, she said nothing, not planning on learning to enjoy his use of her body anytime soon. She just wished he would have kept her in the same position, at least that way she didn't have to look at him or watch him enjoy her like this. As he forced her to bounce upon him, she gathered her legs under her and started riding him like he wanted. Slamming herself down onto her cock, she just stared at him blankly though her body responded by tightening as she got closer to release.<br><br>As he reached up and rubbed her wing, her eyes fluttered shut and a grimace passed over her face. It took a moment but then she sighed and looked above his head as he feasted upon her breasts. Her back arched in offering and she found she could not sit back as the pleasure continued. Though she hated herself, it was obvious she was feeling pleasure from his actions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 22:47:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Matias bucked harder and harder until his angel was a bouncy blur upon his spear. He wasn't paying as much attention to her as he'd previously done and soon the heat of orgasm was on him. He came clutching her hips he pushed into her and released. His virility filled her quickly and some ran down her thighs. Soon he let her off him. "Before you go to your many rewards for the day, I have a question of sorts. Do not lie to me, I'm half a dragon and we're good at sniffing out falsehood. "What that not at all pleasurable to you?" <br><br>She would have to admit in part or be lying. He fixed her with his gaze. It bore into the black-winged angel. It would do her good to keep in mind that there are worse fates than her's. He waved her on after he got reply. He had other things to do and she could enjoy many fine things.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 18:20:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There were still no sounds of pleasure that left her mouth, even as he bounced her along his length, driving into her time and time again. Her eyes fell completely closed as she felt her own release nearing, hating and loving that he had driven her to it. Suddenly she felt the heat started inside of her and had to bite to lip to stop the whine of disappointment. As it spilled over her thighs and he let her go, she felt like nothing more than a dirty whore. Looking up blankly as he asked her a question she&nbsp; just nodded slightly as she curled up on the floor.<br><br>After he got the reply, she waved at her, but she had no idea what that meant and no true desire to leave. If she was nothing more then a damp tissue for him to use to wipe off, and a hole to fuck there really was no use. Sure, she wanted food and to clean up, but more than anything she wanted to die and have her freedom back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 23:40:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew she hadn't had her release. There was nothing in their arrangement about her release. Still, he had something to say on the matter. "Cooperative slaves get to orgasm, Shadow." Matias said standing. She probably wasn't loving herself at the moment but if she'd been more cooperative he'd have been more obliging. Nothing was easier to read than a woman's failure to find release. "If you ask sweetly, I pleasure you with my mouth until you find your orgasm as many times as you want. How about that?" He gave a rather dashing smile. <br><br>The maker wanted to see how far she could be tempted into seeking her own pleasure. There was always another motive, another deal to be made, another compromise she had to strike. Matias knew he would win. The only question was how long would it take.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 06:58:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking up as the maker spoke, she slowly turned her eyes to him, not sure if she cared what he had to say at this point. His comment about cooperation only made her give a soft, yet hollow chuckle. Sure, if she played nice and became his little fuck toy, she might get pleasure when he remembered about her needs. If she didn't she would be his damp tissue. Closing her eyes, she said nothing to his offer of all the orgasms she could want by his mouth. That offer would require that she remain here as he did it, and then she would still have to get up to go and get her rewards. Somehow, that didn't seem like such a grand idea.<br><br>"And just how am I supposed to move if I get all of the orgasms I want? Are you going to take my rewards away because I can't go and get them myself? Is this your idea of a game? Tease me as many ways as you can, holding what I want just out of reach to see how far I will leap in hopes of getting something?" she asked softly, her tone dull. She was done fighting him for the night. She just wanted to know what game he was playing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 19:10:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why worry you so?" He said, "The day isn't half over. Besides I'll stop when you say, one to one hundred. I was merely being nice." He feigned hurt, very slyly but that had been his game somewhat. He would have given her all her rewards. Next time she'd better work her orgasm into the deal. Still no harm no foul. "Maybe you should be nicer. I didn't have a choice. Makers are as much slaves as you are if in a different way. If I were a regular human I would be working for maybe twenty years before I became too old to do the job and then I'd be a beggar." He shot back putting her on the defensive. <br><br>"I didn't chose to do this. So maybe you should learn to accept Fate as I have. Fate and slavery were the two big ticket items in the land. "However," Matias said softly, "You are a very sweet thing." It was obvious he was doing it in endearment not lust, "when you want to be. Despite what you think you're not something to be used whenever I want." She could refuse his deal, but she had accepted instead. <br><br>"It's all up to you." he said waving her along again. "I'll talk to you after you feel better. Maybe I'll do something romantic. Do you think you'd like that?" He waited for a response knowing she could very well just leave.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 19:21:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Almost feeling shame creep up on her as he spoke, she fought it down and looked at him once more. Something about the twinkle in his eyes said that he would have twisted the deal around so that she would have had to work for her "rewards" once again. Rubbing her face she listened to his words, knowing that in part he was correct, but that he had given up his choice, and his power to choose freely, where hers had been forcibly taken. That was the difference that upset her every time.<br><br>At hearing him call her a "very sweet thing," she raised an eyebrow before hearing the end of his statement. If she was not something to be used whenever she want than what was she? Nothing at all was making sense anymore but she knew she still had to make a decision now. Who knew what the rules to her bath and other rewards were. Perhaps she was not even allowed to get off without him being part of the deal. Sighing softly, she rubbed her temples.<br><br>"Why do something romantic?" she asked, actually quite confused as to why he would even attempt such a thing. Slowly she stood, her body aching a bit after the rough treatment of the last couple of days. Groaning, she tried to stretch and just winced a bit. "And since you are sending me off, I assume that I have lost any chance?" she asked silently, no fight left for now as she just shrugged and followed one of the maids in the hallway.<br><br>"Guess I learned my lesson. Thanks maker." she said hollowly, at least now she was ready for her bath and some sleep. Maybe when she woke up things would be better and she would be back home waking up from some crazy dream.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 21:59:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why do I need a reason to be romantic?" He asked in return but he let her go off with the maids. They cleaned her up. Her bath was luxurious full of fine scents and bubbles. The maids let her soak for hours and helped her wash her hair and bathe her wings. After that she was placed in a half kimono, half body wrap due to her wingspan and fed a meal of her choosing with whatever she wanted. Then they set her down in a firm but plush bed. Mathias came in to watch her sleep but he didn't join her. He would wait till morning. <br><br>"Feeling better," he said when he saw her. He was dressed as usual but he'd cleaned himself up. "Did I forget any rewards?" Mathias was actually adamant about keeping his word; his reputation as a maker depended on it. "I thought we'd start your lessons over breakfast: first history, then conversation, etiquette, cooking, and cleaning, and arithmetic. You are going to be my personal secretary and companion so your course load is heavier. Lets begin."<br><br>Over the meal he told her about the history of the land, slavery, and her place in it. He gave her quizzes to see if she was attentive. Then he engaged her in conversation to see her range of knowledge. He found himself pleased. Next he taught her etiquette and poise. She sashayed and moved for him under penalty of having to do it again naked. The the maker had her make lunch and clean up after he was careful in watching her. Lastly and briefly he tested her number sense. <br><br>&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 05:25:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadow silently went along with the maids, allowing them to lead her to wherever they had been told. Upon seeing the giant bath, she smiled a bit and spent the next few hours relaxing and cleaning herself of the filth of the dungeon and the seed that had been splattered onto her skin. She was glad when the maids even helped her bathe her wings and her hair, so that by the time she was pulled out of the water and dried, she felt clean all over.<br><br>When asked what she wanted to eat, she was pleasantly surprised when they agreed to give her whatever she wanted. Requesting her favorite meal, she dug into it, not sure when she would get this kind of meal again. When finished she happily curled up in the bed, not even minding when the maker came in to watch her sleep. He must have wanted to check up on her and made sure she didn't forget why she was receiving these rewards.<br><br>In the morning when she was redressed and escorted downstairs she replied with a nod when he asked if she was feeling better. "Not that I know of," she said softly when asked if he had missed any of the rewards. Settling herself into the seat provided, she listened to his plan for the day and sighed. Seemed like relaxation time was over and the work began again. She chuckled slightly as he talked about a course load, as if she were a willing student trying to get a job. <br><br>Shaking her head, she ate slowly and tried to absorb everything that he was telling her. If she needed to know this stuff to be his personal secretary, than she would learn it just so he would have no reason to punish her. Passing every quiz that he gave her, she felt secure in the fact that she was going to be able to remember what she needed to know and avoid any punishment in the near future. The next part of the day was a bit more challenging as she first had to act interested in his conversation, then she had to move and pose for him in ridiculous ways that made her feel like nothing more than a whore.<br><br>Around lunch, when she figured she would get a small break, she found herself cooking and cleaning for him instead of getting to actually enjoy the meal and found her resentment growing and her rational mood quickly failing. When he tested her number sense it took a great deal of effort not to snap at him and just become angry. Forcing herself to remain calm and pleasant, when they were finally finished, she closed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, more than ready to lash out if he decided she needed to do more today.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 01:00:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mathias was pleased with her progress but he could sense she was becoming increasingly irate. Still he spurred her onward through her lessons. If only to test how far she would bend. Satisfied with her flexibility he ended the day's lessons. "Go on, shoo. Go have fun." He told her. "You get all the free time you want. You can play, or read, there are games, and whatnot." Despite what she probably thought being a maker was expensive. You got a an allowance for a little while and most of that went into food and amusements; equipment. A maker was expected to funnel new slaves into the economy. Right now he was taking in half his allowance because it was the first assistant-slave. Matias sighed. She really wasn't a whore to him but she had a way of making him very frustrated. <br><br>He hoped by giving her relaxation and respite she'd be more receptive to hm tonight. He decided he'd even be lenient on her. Ignoring he for unfavorable but required paperwork Matias came to her when it was time to go to sleep. "Tonight's deal is this, Shadow," he said disrobing and lying naked on the bed. "You only have to, in someway of your choosing, make me come and if you do, I'll make you orgasm in return and you can go onto bed without any more fuss."<br><br>"What say you?" Matias asked, "Oh and the punishment is sleeping in stocks. Just to be fair."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 04:57:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When the permission to finally go off and relax came,&nbsp; Shadow looked at him in disbelief. He was telling her that she got all the free time she wanted, that she was free to do as she pleased for now. Now....after hours of dancing this way, speaking this way, remembering this, doing that, he was just going to ignore her and send her off in a completely unfamiliar house to entertain herself. Saying nothing, she just glared and stormed out of the room. Walking around, she ignored the maids and instead explored what was her prison. Pausing several times when something caught her interest, she found the library and huddled in the corner of the room on a couch and spent her leisure time reading. Contrary to what he had been expecting, she was highly educated and did not need his remedial tests and quizzes.<br><br>Sighing softly, she felt herself relaxing and unwinding since she was away from his presence and able to do what she wanted for a change. Running her hands through her hair, she watched the sun set and smiled just a bit at the beautiful colors that lit the sky and the library through the giant window in front of her. She would never say anything to him, but it was one of her favorite views and relaxed her instantly. The relaxing and calm mood was broken as soon as the maker came to fetch her that evening and dragged her back to his bedroom.<br><br>As soon as they entered the room, she watched as he stripped and laid back on the bed. Frowning, she heard his little deal and wondered just how far she could go. There was always a quick way to make him cum, though she didn't know how pleased he would be if she were to use it. The promise of her own pleasure was also tempting, and though she kicked herself for not just denying him instantly, she had no desire to return to the stocks that evening. It was time to start playing smart and getting what she wanted.<br><br>Stripping down, she lazily let her clothes fall where they would, that is what the maids were for after all. Crawling up onto the bed, she straddled him and without looking at him, took his cock in her hand and began stroking him slowly. For all intents and purposes it looked as if she really wanted him to cum for her, her body relaxed, a tiny smile on her lips and her hang gentle as she coaxed him to full mast. Of course, it was all fake and instead she was seething on the inside at being made to service him yet again after having to be "trained" for the entire day. Saying nothing, she continued to stroke him, paying attention to what he liked so she could work on pleasuring him quickly.<br><br>When full hard and heavy in her hand, she closed her eyes and with a coy smile leaned down and licked his tip. The taste itself revolted her and she hated that this was what she had to do to win this game. Keeping her eyes closed, she relaxed her throat and then deep throated him in one swift movement. Quickly bobbing her head over his length, she sucked as hard as she could and pressed her tongue to all of the sensitive spots she had found earlier, even going as far as to press her tongue into his slit at times. He was going to cum whether or not he wanted to and it was going to be on her terms.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 00:04:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Makers had been trained in a way similar to the slaves they would train. One had to understand to teach, right? Matias had a foggy sense of what she was trying to accomplish and he knew she really didn't want to do this. Less from her demeanor and more from past episodes. She licked and stroked him. It was nice. He got a complacent look. Not one of arousal. Matias knew he could deny himself the pleasure. He'd been taught to do so since he was eighteen. He knew his body well and knew what aroused it. He could have had Shadow sucking in vain for much longer than she would have liked but he came in about fifteen minutes. Long enough to make her think twice about trying to upstage him in his domain. <br><br>Before he came he reached down and stroked her red hair. He told her what a good companion she made and how she challenged him. It was not as harsh as she was used to seeing from him but there was in Matias a affection for the black-winged angel. When he came it was as forceful as any orgasm. Matias couldn't control that but he tried to have her face spared. <br><br>"Would you like to be pleasured or just go on to bed?" He asked after he pulled his pleasured cock from her grasp and admired her handiwork in the bedroom. "And, I'm just asking--no deals or anything--but before you go to bed would you allow me to kiss your ass again?" It was just a request but one makers only made to slaves they thought had potential or in someway earned respect for their skill. His eyes held that affection as he stared at her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 00:41:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadow was indeed frustrated with how long it took for him to cum. A quick glance to his face showed that he was not fully enjoying everything, and it made her start to question herself. Jaw sore and aching, she felt as his hand moved to stroke her hair. Jumping at first, she had to force herself not to jump away in disgust before she could listen to him.<br><br>His words confused her. He was praising her? Encouraging her almost to continue to challenge him.&nbsp; What was worse was the affection clear in his voice and he seemed to honestly want her there. Feeling him beginning to cum, she tensed up and tried to brace herself for when he ripped himself from her mouth and coated her face in seed like he had last time. Instead, she was surprised when he left himself in her mouth and seemed to try and keep the mess to a minimum.<br><br>Swallowing down his seed with a shudder of disgust, not really having found enjoyment in the act, or his pleasure, she was grateful when he pulled himself from her in a way that let her know she was done. Working her jaw, she tried to soothe the slight ache his size and ability to hold out had caused. His question made her pause, but it was the request that really stumped her. How was it that he wanted to kiss her ass? That was supposed to be nothing more than an insult to him, since that was what she had offered upon coming into his ownership.<br><br>With a sigh, she rubbed her face and closed her eyes. She could no stand to see the affection in his eyes for a second longer. "Give me pleasure." she said softly, before laying on her side with a sigh. "And kiss whatever...just stop looking at me like that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 21:18:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like what?" He said gently touching her shoulder and lying on his side in front of her. Was she irked because she was having a hard time maintaining the heat of her anger? The fires of frustration? Matias gave a sincere little smile and traced a finger over the flaring curve of Shadow's womanly hip. "I hope you enjoy this, please be honest with me if you do or don't." he lowered himself lifting her leg gently and placing his lips to her sex. He kissed it deeply and tongued her clitoris trying to wet her need for the act. His forearm held Shadow's leg up and his hand grabbed her nice round ass. He squeezed it gently before thrusting his tongue slowly between her nether-lips.<br><br>It was a rough relationship but Matias knew in his heart there was nothing more beautiful than a slave's love for the man she called master. Shadow would be that slave. All others he trained would call other men master. He had a responsibility to do right by her because she would have given herself to him. Not for simple sex but for love. Love of her master. That was the complex relationship of himself and her. Shadow might not see it that way. <br><br>To Matias it was sublime. He worked her pussy with his mouth and tongue slowly, heavily. He took stock of every reaction the angel made. Would she beg for him to go faster? Would she grab his hair. He undulated his tongue and thrust into moist inner walls. Tight flesh around it. Matias sucked on it, nibbled it gently. All the while being attentive as possible. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 02:00:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like you care for me." she whispered, almost too soft to hear. His hand running over her distracted her for a moment as her entire body tensed at the unexpected touch. She was still unused to him touching her considering it had been for pain and for his own pleasure multiple times. Closing her eyes as he just ran his finger over her hip, she tried to stay quiet, but frowned at his words. Please? He was requesting something from her? Why not just demand that she shut up and enjoy it? That's what she was here for...right?<br><br>Things were becoming very confusing. At first it was clear she was here to be broken and made into a whore for sale. Now...now he was being kind, offering her praise and even moving to make sure she had pleasure. What kind of man was he? Why did he have to be so confusing? These thoughts ran through her head at light speed, distracting her for a moment before she felt the shifting of her body. opening her eyes, she saw him baring her to his eyes moments before he slowly ran his tongue over her and kissed her.<br><br>Shivering quietly, she shut her eyes again, feeling him possessively holding her, even though the touch was soft. Swallowing, she felt herself growing damp as his tongue worked on her, slowly pressing in and teasing at her walls, pressing in and pulling out before his teeth gently came into play. Biting her lip hard, she tried to turn her head away, disturbed that she liked it so much and had asked for it. She was not supposed to enjoy any of this, but her body was not in agreement and silently demanded more of his attentions without her consent. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 22:52:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Matias slowly worked on Shadow. He gently caressed her sex with his tongue and rubbed her bottom. Trying to entice her to desire more from him. She wasn't going to be an average slave. She was going to be perfect. A testament to his skill. He was rougher wit her than he would be but he knew that she was special. He wanted to make her feel it. Matias would never have any form of sex with a slave. He wasn't that kind of maker. All the sexual acts a slave was to learn (exception to Shadow of course) would be preformed by he and Shadow and the slave was to watch. That would come years from now though. Training Shadow would take up his time.<br><br>He hummed his pleasure at the tightness and responsiveness of her sex. She really was gorgeous. He gripped her rump and used it to pull more of her sopping sex into his mouth. Matias loved the feel of her. He tickled her womanhood and thrust. Growing steadily faster and rougher but not too much. He could feel when Shadow was liking and when she wasn't and he strove to learn all her tender spots. The fact that she'd given him permission to kiss "whatever" made him more eager to pleasure her. <br><br>He thrust his tongue in harder and faster now officially moving onto the fucking part of the act. He wanted to feel her cum. Taste her. She was a gem and she had so many facets to see. He urged it to come. He wanted a screaming violent orgasm for the radiant angel. Matias panted as he longing licked and thrust his face between her legs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 23:10:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trembling quietly, Shadow was lost to confusion and pleasure. She would give anything for this to be a lover who desired nothing more than to make her scream before they came together as a couple. She wanted to want this, to long to be held in his arms after, and to sleep peacefully, knowing she was going to beloved no matter what. Instead, she was here in his bed, trying to survive this ordeal without losing herself. His mouth doing incredible things was not helping in the slightest, though she would never admit that she was enjoying this and did not want it to stop. He didn't seem to care as to what was going on in her mind, only caring about how her body was reacting, ensuring that those positive reactions kept on coming.<br><br>Jumping slightly as he hummed, she threw her head back and clutched the blankets tighter, the vibrations of the hum feeling wonderful against her dampened sex. Feeling him pull her closer, she squeaked quietly in surprise before groaning softly as he continued to grow rougher, his mouth moving faster over those sensitive spots.&nbsp; Her toes curled as she fought the pleasure, wanting this service to continue until she found her own release, but not wanting to have to deal with the aftermath when he would probably force her to admit that he was good and gave her what she needed. The worse case was he would use her like he had down in the dungeons, making her feel dirty and used once more.<br><br>As he began really thrusting his tongue in and out of her, she shivered and swallowed hard as her hips began to rock into his mouth, her muscles clenching and unclenching with pleasure. She could feel his silent urging for her to cum, the desire for her to let him taste her completely as he continued to do everything he could to pleasure her. Trembling even more as he continued his assault, her hands clenched into the sheets even harder, her fingers aching as she held on for dear life. With little control, she let out a sob of pleasure as she arched up and came hard for him, a tiny whimper of pleasure and sorrow leaving her lips. Eyes clenching closed tightly, she trembled against his mouth as she continued to cum hard, her head tossing back and forth as her hips bucked against him.<br><br>As she came down from the high, another sob left her before she managed to get control of herself once more, her grip loosening, her eyes unclenching and just remaining lightly closed. Waiting for him to move away, she laid patiently, only wanting to curl up and forget what had just happened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 22:18:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Matias felt the hot salient taste of her nectar and lapped it up eagerly. Angel nectar was sweeter than any he'd tasted before. One was supposed to be able to taste whether or not the individual enjoyed having the orgasm or not but that was rumor and superstition. So few angels were ever caught that no one really knew. Gently wiping his face on the sheets he trailed lazy kisses up her front ignoring her breasts; deciding to stop just beneath them. He gently urged her over and lavished more kisses on her rump before letting her crawl into bed. He, of course, spooned her but that was to be expected. It got cold at night in this land and no one would protest the added body heat unless they were vehement in their wrath. <br><br>Matias felt the curvaceous angel's wings. They were soft and magnificent. The maker tenderly kissed her ear before willing himself to sleep, to dream. Matias wondered briefly what the angel was thinking right now but it was of no use. He gently drifted off knowing that she wouldn't try to run. Where would she go? Shadow would have such an easier time if she played ball better but he supposed he had to settle with her willingness to at least do what he asked for now. <br><br>Morning was dull, cold, and miserable-looking. Matias rose and stretched and contemplated his own being. Shadow would come a little later. He didn't even know if she was still abed with him. Though it didn't matter. She probably still hated him as much as she always had. All the maker could hope for was a little less.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Slave Maker [Inkidu &amp; AngelicSlave]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelofShadows</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 19:14:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the Maker began cleaning her and drinking down her spend, she wished more than anything to be back home, away from all of this. She had never slept with someone she had not felt some deep affection for, and now she felt even worse than in the dungeons. All she could think about was another bath, with scalding hot water to try and erase what had just happened. As he kissed up her body, she tensed, him fucking her was not part of the deal... As he stopped under her breasts, she was relieved and quietly turned at his urging. It was with a small shiver that she allowed him to kiss her ass, feeling more than a little satisfaction that he was kissing her there. To her, it was still a place only to be kissed in mockery.<br><br>Feeling him spoon against her, she could only sigh and take it. It had been cold enough the night before, and she could use the warmth, no matter who it came from. As he felt her wings, she had to fight to remain still, they were not supposed to be touched by every random male who came her way. They were supposed to be for her lovers and their eyes alone. She supposed that was what he technically was though, along with her owner. Groaning softly, she felt him drift off to sleep, but knew that sleep would be a long time coming for her.<br><br>Indeed, she spent many hours lost in thought, and it came as a shock that she realized that this wasn't so bad. He had seemed to really want her pleasure and was happy to supply her with it as long as she followed his instructions. With a sigh, she decided to try and give him a shot, and see this thing through. She wasn't being abused, instead she was being taught new things while having all of her needs cared for. This could be a good life for her to have.
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