How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi
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				Title: <strong>How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 08:20:42</strong>
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				THe day was just starting, or should I say night. The female his daughter slept in a soft plush bed. She just turned 19 years old and felt more alive then ever, still that heart shaped face, the long strands of hair softly curled around it, framing it&nbsp; softly like a picture to be preserved behind glass for all times to see. <br><br>She moaned as one hand went up and pushed the cover's from her face, pushing them down untill they reached her waist. A shirt held her body together, hidding yet peaking each inch of her. making one wonder what laid beneath it. A maid came in for the breakfast, delivering her the oatmeal she loves, strawberries chopped up with bits of banana. The maid woke the pretty youth, with a quick shake of her elbow. "Yes, yes" She said softly, like her having and orgasm right them and there, yet a whisper held her voice. "I am up, tilda" She said softly with a bright smile, that lit up the room. <br><br>Natashia moved her arms to her side, and sat up properly to eat the warm meal. They lived in a castle, yet was in the modern times. Hey, her father loved the old place and put up enough money to make sure, she didn't catch a cold. But, he had another place that he goes to for the night, his job. She asked him once before only to have her being yelled at and told <em>to mind her own business</em>. So, she didn't ask again. <br><br>"Thank you tilda" She finished and sat on the edge of the bed falling on the ground well, it wasn't that high up, but enough that her feet dangled a few inches up. Stretching as she yawned and moaned, her hands itching her head, messing up the tangled curls. She saw her clothing. A short skirt and a long enough shirt to cover her waist, but the skirt just went below her ass. <br><br>Dressing, before she walked out of her room......
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 08:52:55</strong>
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				Cloaked in his own bleak shadows, a dark figure tapped his hands against a minuscule silver pocket watch. An exhaled sigh, an unintentional twitch of the hand: Nicholas Lucien Wentworth was a patient man. A man of his social caliber should have never been kept waiting, and yet, waiting he was. Some unfortunate soul would pay for that later. For now, though, the delivery arrived, papers were signed, mutual words were exchanged, and he could go home. <em>Home.</em><br><br>The word left a sort of... unsavory taste upon his lips. At that home, there was much secrecy. Why? Because of his daughter of course. The main reason he'd kept the large castle was because of the many rooms it held. Sections of the old, crumbly building had been kept locked away, for fear that his daughter may find it. She had been young, impressionable. And yet, strange thoughts had been permeating his mind for the last few days, leaving him seeking the company of his daughter far more often than not. Odd, and yet, not exactly against his nature.<br><br>During the car journey home, Nicholas stretched in his seat, designer black tuxedo offset by his with red ruffle neck tie creasing sharply, showing just how starched his outfit was. He had a thick, dark head of hair, tumbling past his shoulders, held back by a single black ribbon. An arm lazily snaked forward to roll down the window, and the sharp scent of night rushed over his face, lifting him with a dizzying sense of euphoria. Once green eyes slowly glowed an eerie red as he gazed upon the moon, smiling a dangerous sharp tooth grinned. Night time was the time he loved best.<br><br>The car finally drew up to his door, a chauffeur opening his door quickly. As the moonlight dappled across his pale skin and a light breeze ruffled his hair, Nicholas looked towards his daughter's window, and smiled a wicked grin. Tonight. Tonight, he would initiate his daughter into his world, his underground life. <br><br>Inside, he walked softly down the halls, footsteps clacking quietly towards his daughter's room. When he arrived however, she was just emerging and he stopped short, plastering a pleasant smile on his lips.<br>"Good evening, Natashia," he greeted her, voice mellow and honeyed, sounding like a silky liquid pleasure. It was a voice he'd used to manipulate many to his cause. "Did you have a nice sleep?"<br>He took a moment to take in her attire. Appropriate. The simplicity would be useful later on.<br>"Would you mind joining me for company this evening?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 10:11:38</strong>
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				She pulled up the stockings while she was in her room, keeping her feet uncovered while the shoes is near the front door. She hummed softly as the hands went above her head, brushing some of the dark yet, light curls in soft spools down her neck, that frame still there giving her features more of a highlighted look. The lipstick light and airy, so nicely put on her plush lips full and pink in the beginning, just now deeper in the pink<br><br>A sigh left her lips as she turned and spoke to her maid about why father is paying not more attention to her, but why he seems to be gone all the time, just simple conversation. She started to enjoy his company but he would leave soon after letting her stay in the castle she feels is creepy and weird. She finished some of her lessons early for the sake of being outside and in the stable. She had her eye on the stable boy, who she tries to keep her feelings to herself about it. Sometimes she can feel her heart race, with a mere glimpse of his face, or his presence she would sigh and later during her sleep she would do more then that, just by herself. The scent usually linger's, like a midsummer's night dream, one that a lover wished to clutch and make real.<br><br>She pressed her hand on the window watching the night sky, like a starved lover would wait for her one true love to come back from where ever he was at. The lights of the town only a few miles away, sparkled in the distance, giving her the same effect she gets from looking up at the sky. Mellow and easy to watch twinkle, even if it is a light going out for the night. She stood there, like a lone lover, or the ghost in white. She can't be out in the sun for long, half a day and that is about it, before she feels the effect of just falls straight to sleep and burn.<br><br>The door opened when she stepped out, steps comming up the stair case. She caught her breath in her throat, wondering&nbsp; if it was her secret lover, come to say he loved her to. She didn't know when he would come, just would. But, her&nbsp; hand that was on the knob stopped turning when her father appeared. Father" She said with that airy voice that he saw men swoon when, she had her gala years ago when she became 16 years old. Men that tried during the rest of the night and day, to climb up to her window and inside, just to catch a glimps of her face, even hear her voice. A smile crossed her lips as the hand fell away from the knob and at her side. Seeing his eyes, on her a blush lifted her cheeks making her more aware of her body her hands brushing the skirt down more on her legs, trying to extend it.<br><br>"Where are we going tonight father?" She asked, bringing her soft green-blue eyes up, canting her head to the side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 10:37:29</strong>
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				The house had been somewhat silent as he made the trek down the narrow halls. The servants knew well enough not to reveal themselves in his presence. At least, not without him summoning them or having dire need to be there. His nature was prone to wild mood swings, in which he would subject them all to pleasures both exotic and taboo in nature. It was why they stayed. He was like a drug, a honeyed liquid meth. And they were like flies, lured by his sweetened tongue and dulcet gestures. To be ensnared, to be overpowered, to give up your very rights to existence; he made them crave it. Crave the release he promised. And all this, they took in silence, sworn to secrecy from the young lady of the house.<br><br>But this was a secret they gladly kept, nurtured close. Nicholas took care of them all. <br><br>However, there was a shift in the air that night. They could all feel it as he prowled the halls to his daughter's room. Perhaps it was the way he exuded an addictive scent of pure, untamed sex appeal. Or perhaps it was the liquid fire in his eyes, pheromones snaring them like a web. Whatever it was, the servants shivered en mass. Anything their master did was bound to bring pleasure. And this, he knew too. Nicholas was never unaware of his effect on others. A trait he had passed to his daughter, it seemed.<br><br>As she stood before him, cheeks lit up in a demure blush, he found himself itching for a chamber. As a vampire, he was naturally a sexual creature; he had no shame in his feelings. Then their was the very nature of his business. As a slave trader, he was constantly surrounded by those who needed breaking. Many of his servants he had broke personally himself. But they were just toys. What he craved was something more. Something forbidden. Something that was previously untouchable for him. Tonight, he craved fresh blood, in both senses of the word. 'So naive,' he thought, as she inquired as to the locale for the night.<br><br>A predatory grin, in which he hid from her, crossed his face and his eyes glowed eerily in the darkened hallways.<br>"We're going into a different section of the castle. I've decided it's time you learn your place in this world," he replied smoothly, taking her by the arm and steering them down another corridor. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine, though one wouldn't know by looking. As they approached a locked, intricately woven wooden door, he stopped and pulled out a tiny silver and sapphire key. He grinned as the key clicked in the lock, revealing a forbidden world. Behind these doors, an assortment of maids walked around, scantily clad. Whatever patrons they were serving beckoned them into literally hundreds of rooms lining a great hallway. This was his world now. His grip on her arm tightened, for fear she tried to run.<br><br>"It's time for your initiation, my child," came a soft whisper. Whether from Nicholas or not, was indiscernible. What was apparent, was the predatory was he looked at her as he slipped around her back, releasing his pheromones, willing her to submit with air transmitted pleasure. He would do nothing for now, testing her reactions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 01:00:04</strong>
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				The maids and keeper's of the place, loved how he would meet them and make them swoon for his attention. Of course, keeping it a secret from his only child as not to get her angry, or try to do something. Once in a while, they would call him up, if her power of seduction was starting to get out of hand and they needed a release. HIs attention and presence gave them that, regardless if he is in the room or not. His voice did most of the job for them all. <br><br>All behind the youths back, as she grew up the questions of her father was more and more in depth. She was making more of her own conclusions, in the wrong feild as they were told to keep his job a secret, the care takers told Natashia, that he worked for the government and had to help them find the bad people. It seemed to calm her down more, then for her to raise more questions. A hand reached out and touched Nicholas's arm for a moment and a whisper of carefulness. Seems Natashia's powers was more enhanced this morning, well night, then before. THey worried of not the master, but the girls powers and if she touched someone, they didn't want her hurt.<br><br>He may love the fresh blood, but she has been keeping to the "dead stuff" the kind that most to all vampires try to turn from. She hitched her breath in her throat as his eyes flaimed to life, one hand reached up and lightly held her own throat almost, like that mocked horror that ones sees on tv. But, this one was real, she wanted to turn from those eyes, to look away.<br><br>She blinked....pausing then her eyes shifted to the ground, her hand moving slowly, an invisible helper moving the digits from the base of her throat. How serene she looked standing there, one can sculpt a great statue, or a painting from that one pose, so esquiste. She sighed and shifted to standing properly before he can say a word to her. The eyes looked back at his, liquid blue.<br><br>A blush continued on her cheeks when hs arm went out and touched hers, the heart raced faster and faster then before. She almost felt like she would faint in his arms, for some reason its been happening more. She wondered if its the real reason her father rarely comes by her, all but today. She gasped when the hand went to her wrist, dragging&nbsp; her along the corridors, the noise she was never allowed to be inside to watch. She was told its a recording studio&nbsp; and her father is letting people use that part of the house, since its perfect for music. She let herself believe that, for all these years, that someone that is recording songs held behind those doors. WHen, the door opened his hand went to her upper arm's, both of them waiting for her reaction. At first she thought it was a trick something to laugh at later. <br><br>Untill one walked by saying "<em>How lovely is this female and if he can be the first to taste her</em>" She gasped out in shock and turned her head to see her father more. "Daddy" She started her eyes larger then a saucer, so nice and easy to look in to. "Please, I don't want to be here" She tried to move, but his hands was so strong on her arms, she wiggled her shoulders making her nice breasts bounce and the guyes swoon to touch them. 
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				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 01:19:56</strong>
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				As they drew nearer to the doors, he thought back on her reactions to his touch. They seemed almost like the ones made by the maids. But no, could he really have that effect on her? If so, then he would use it to his advantage. The way her breath had hitched, the way she shifted, it was all to much, and yet not enough. He needed to see more, to feel more, to cause more. His impatience was only heightened by arousal, and a vampire in heat was a very dangerous one indeed.<br><br>Already exuded deadly pheromones, he was now releases a special scent, one to addle the mind and enhance the senses. A useful toxin for a sexual creature. He was craving her sweet cries from the plush lips, longed to take them for his own and break her to his whim. Nicholas had waited far too long. Many men lusted after his daughter, asked him time and time again to make her theirs. And each time, he had declined, turned them down. He was unsure what he had been waiting for, but now he knew.<br><br>Her body was supple and tight with the flair of youth, her skin fairly glowing with health. At the highlight, the prime time of her age, she was like an exquisite piece of art, something that many wish to touch, to own, to possess, but was way beyond their reach. But she was not beyond his. His own dark locks framed part of his face, giving it the same sort of soft look, but he was nowhere near as innocent as she. This was proved by her reaction when the door was opened. Politely, he declined someone's question of whether they could have his daughter. No, she was for him alone that night.<br><br>She'd tried to escape, but his grip was harsh and relenting.<br>"Hush, my pet," he said softly, neither happy nor harsh, but it still held a hint of warning to it. He was not for games this night, or he would have indulged in her innocent please and toyed with her until she craved knowledge of what he wanted from her. But this night, he simply drew her close to him, sending her more of his toxins, bringing them more into skin to skin contact. Her breasts, he molded to his body, hands trailing fiery patterns over her skin. He looked to her face, and took in her wide eyes, and with a pleased look, bent and captured her soft lips in one fell swoop. Delicious, and they were his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 02:05:14</strong>
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				Was it him that wanted her, or her wanting him. Was it her power's that forced his hand upon her, to drag her in this place of business. She gasped his hands squeezing her upper arm untill she squeaked in pain. Was the power he felt matching his, trying to battle him off, or pressure him in to wanting her for his own way. Did she remind him of her mother, so much that he is doing this, or is it because he wanted to be the first. No one knew that day or night, or maybe forever as to why he is changing his daughter in to what he wanted. <br><br>Most of the people had to be restrained as the master of the house, pushed his limit on her, or did he? She sighed soflty, her head rolling back as his body spun her completely around to press against his. She would of moaned if her senses didn't come back just as quickly as it was gone. She placed her hands on his chest, as high as he allowed. Her face so fragile looking one would of feared it to break on a single touch. She shook her ehad. "no, no" She said, her eyes closed tightly as the face moved from his, from the advance from his soft lips. "Daddy please stop" She cried out, tears leaked from the sides of her eyes. Dark blood, he can tell that she hasn't been drinking or eating properly, hey she did have to maintain her figure. And she is trying to keep from going over board.<br><br>Hissing words crossed her mind as he pushed again, seeing that her own is almost to his limit. He would have to figure out, how to use her against herself. She halted her breathing, the eyes closed as she moved her ehad back. Why does it feel so good, yet it hurt her heart so much. She panted softly, teasingly to his hears, the fingers stayed on his cehst, splayed out almost grasping his shirt. Her body melted in to his, as the hands went around her chest, pressing her upper arms to her body, the fing'ers on her back pushing her in to him. "Please ..." She started but his lips, pressed upon her's. He can feel the fire in the back of them, something he needed to squish and to control before letting her in to another bed, or is he? Would she be all of his, or is she being shared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 02:22:10</strong>
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				Her resistance angered yet excited him. He knew her fear, had tasted it himself all those years ago when he had been in the exact same position himself. The cloying fear, the desperation, the panic, the uncertainty of whether what was happening was what you wanted, or what they wanted. And when you couldn't figure it out, you just wanted escape, to flee, to get away. He knew all off this, which is why he held her tight, why he kept feeding her energy and toxins. <br><br>She herself was too young, too inexperienced to fight it. Just like what was done to him all those years ago, he would fight it, fight her resistance, and she would crumble to him. Her own sexual powers were uncontrolled, she knew not how to use them. He knew this, and took advantage of it, teasing her body, torturing her mind. It was an elegant game of patience that fogged the senses and erode rational thought. He felt her go under for just a moment and was pleased. He was even pleased when she came back again. It just meant she was strong. And strong meant for good breaking. It was a literal high for him, seeing spirited eyes become lost with submission.<br><br>At least he didn't strive to break her. It wasn't his nature. No, all he craved was pure submission. She could have her freedom, have her own lovers, her own toys, but she would always be his. The very though, the very idea aroused him greatly, especially when he saw the dark blood. Malnutritioned as she was, she would be weak to his prowess. This, he found to be true when she finally submitted to the kiss. Her pleas went unheeded as he swallowed the words, knowing all eyes were upon them, envying them both. They made a beautiful sight of elegance, like a marble statue carved with time, portraying a dawn of fear and lust. He would have her, and make her his. Pulling back, he kissed down her face and neck, tongue flicking out to trace the vein in her neck. Soon... soon.<br><br>His body turned swiftly, and he guided them to an unused chamber. The maids inside left hurriedly, and then they were alone. Along the walls lined many different toys, and he smirked to himself. Perfect.<br>"The time has come, Natashia," he spoke, keeping his voice entrancing. "You are of age now, and I have decided to initiate you."<br>The door clicked, locked, and he smiled. Only he could give the symbol for them to be released. There was no way out. Secure in the knowledge she could go nowhere, he stepped to the walls, methodically pulling down different objects. Finally, he held up a pair of wrist cuffs and smirked.<br>"You can have your fun my dear, have whomever you want. But ultimately, you will be mine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 03:13:58</strong>
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				She sighed in his kiss, the eyes closed as the blood tears went down her cheeks, caressing the flesh like a lover's finger trailing down slowly. She sighed still, the breath collected in the room left, as she left her's seconds before theirs. A few awes and a few angry words of their own needs needing to be let free, if only, if only. The fingers' clutched at his chest, driving her digits to crumble up his shirt that he tried so hard to keep fresh and pressed in neat lines. The fingers relaxed only to curl once again, her lips at his. The fire spreading between them, surrounding them and letting the heat escape. Most almost rushed forth to capture the fire, and use it to their own will. But, the ones that is not able to feel the fire, for some unknown reason, helped keep the ones that can't, at bay.<br><br>Gasps crossed her lips, as his broke the kiss. Making her blink and try to reclaim her mind. The void started up screaming, her lips held that horror of a scream her lips just held that part. Breathing softly, yet with heaviness. She looked at him, her eyes blinking more as she started to come to her senses. The fingers let go of his coat, the rough fabric now in a soft 2 little balls on his chest, showing where someoen has touched his flawless ironed shirt. She moaned her eyes shuttering slowly, closed in the haze of her mind, her heart screamed he can hear it, saying "no" But, his hands and his mouth ignored the plea. She closed her eyes more, in that bliss full state, noone that anyone wished to touch to even experienced themselves. A few women that he has been with, now chattering amongst themselves, wondering if he held back with them. Oh, how they was loathing, yet wanting it for themselves.<br><br>His mouth on her neck as he teased the small nerve the vein to his surrender. She would of groaned if she wasn't starting to come out of it. her hands on his arms, pushing yet pulling him towards adn away from her. She sighed, her lips parted in that heated yet sensual way. THe legs moved as he turned her around and dragged her off in to a room full of either sharp objects and toys that brought pleasure and pain both if used right or wrong. She moved in the center, her hands clenching her stomach. not wanting to throw up, but the nervousness inside of her wanting to spill. She looked at him when she poke of her being his. "It is wrong father, to have a daughter for sex" She said, backing up and shaking her head. "I have someone in my heart for that pleasure of my body" She spoke softly as her eyes closed and a delicate smile on her plush lips. One can see the radiance on her face that held love. "Its not you daddy" She said, as one hand trailed up her side, going between her breasts and dipping her finger in her mouth. A shy smile on her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 04:18:17</strong>
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				The jealous whispers did not escape him, and he even took the time to feel smug. His body flexed sharply as he merged himself with his daughter. The night was young, and he would make full use of it in order to bring about the most sensual and sinful pleasures known to man. Her fingers in his shirt spurned him on. She would fall soon, and victory would be his. It amused him slightly to know that he was using war terminology to describe his relationship with his daughter, but a battle was a battle, no? Even if it was just a battle of wills. His was stronger, this he was sure of.<br><br>Once inside the room, he broke away, and brandishing the wrist cuffs, he advanced upon her. Her words stopped him short and his head tilted to the side. He knew that look. A look of love, and longing. In fact, it was the same look he'd had when he'd first seen her mother. But of course, the same thing had happened to him. He'd been allowed to stay with his wife, and love her. But, he had belonged to another. And, freed now, his daughter would experience the same thing. Unfortunately, it would be difficult for a while. He allowed her to pull away, lips quirking into a smile, and the wrist cuffs clinked in the silence he'd let fall.<br><br>"Like I said, Natashia. You can can have your pets, your toys, your loves," he growled menacingly, advancing forward upon her, and grasping the hand she'd trailed so seductively around her supple body, "but you will be mine."<br><br>He was simply telling her that she was his, no matter what she felt. Her own emotions were unimportant. The first chain wrapped and clicked around the arm he had grabbed, and he grabbed her, quickly fastening the other behind her. This was only the beginning. And when the night was over, the markings branded into her skin by her bonds would tell the world she was his. After that, he didn't care what she did. As long as, when he was wanting for her, she would be there.<br>"Your mother and I were related. Things like that don't matter in our realm, pet," he whispered, blowing a wave of hot air around her neck. He shivered and couldn't resist, and made a shallow bite in the hollow of her neck, at the junction between her collarbone. An elegant tongue leaped to wipe up the bubbled blood and he moaned in ecstasy. Sweet. So sweet.<br><br>Suddenly, he pushed her down, intending to send her to her knees.<br>"You will be mine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 05:44:21</strong>
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				Her hands lifted in disbelief that he had her in cuffs. What the hell, she thought as the hands lifted and her face in pure hate yet, contorted in that disbelief as well. Her head tilted as she cried out lifting the palm to her face, both hands covered the soft heart shaped face hiding it from him. Forbidden was it?<br><br>Tears fell from her eyes, black and bloody, trailing down more like a lover's caress. "THis is wrong, its illegal" She didn't really pay attention to the rules, all she did pay attention to is if she was rude or not. Natashia shivered lightly, trying to hold back he was her father. She didn't want to hurt him, she sighed and held her hands together like a prayer silently prayed. THe eyes closed as she listened to him, the silence filled the room once she felt the heavy weights on her wrists. She let her head drop for a moment, as his words started up.<br><br>"It does not matter, It maybe then, but its not now" She spoke softly as she moved around him looking for a way out. There has gotten to be a door besides, the locked one which he is bogarding from her keeping from her to move in there. She held her hand on her heart once she stopped and dreamed of her love, the one that didn't know she loved would bust in here. She almost swooned in the thought, when her body was jerked in his hands. "I will not be yours" She said, trying to break free only to be thrown down at his feet.<br><br>She sighed softly as his lips teased her neck, the lips parted as the pheromones went to work making her went him again. THe hands on his hips, the fingers nestling in to the bottom of his shirt. "Stop" She moaned as her blood tested for the first time in a very, very long time. Honey, from heaven.<br><br>Her body on her knees, as she sat there, head hung in shame. "I will not" She said, her shoulders shook. This one can be a tough one to break.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 06:07:51</strong>
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				Her protests sounded like siren's call, luring him, entrancing him with her fear filled voice. He was becoming intoxicated on her fear, wished to see more of the deep crimson tears. These, he licked away as they fell, feeding himself off of her sorrow, her pain. And yet still, she held, still she wouldn't give. The thrill of the hunt made him feel more alive than he had in many months. There had only been one slave girl would had held his interest like this. But she had succumbed too, just as his daughter would.<br><br>"It's not illegal, Natashia, and you know it," he whispered softly. "Those are all human laws. We have are own during the night. Do not try my patience with this foolishness."<br>His voice was still sweet, as if couldn't be anything else, but it was colder now, showing her of his seriousness. Although they had much time, he wanted to have her soon.<br>"Even now, our kind still abide by our laws. You may have fallen for that human stable boy, but, unless he is turned, you can never have that happiness."<br><br>A grim smirk of satisfaction crossed his lips.<br>"You could turn him," he purred, sucking at the wounds he'd created on her neck, "but imagine how much he'd hate you," a lick and a biting kiss, "as he suffers through an eternity of being shunned by ones he once loved." His heads drifted beneath her shirt, rising upwards to cup her firm breasts, tracing them with his hands. "He would hate you, despise you, and feel disgusted by you."<br><br>His hands twined in her hair and pulled her head back sharply. His eyes were blood red now, and his fangs in full view.<br>"But, my pet, nothing like that would happen to you here. I would treasure you," he finished, before sinking his fangs directly into her, feeding upon her like a lover, giving as much as he was taking, sharing between them the pleasure in which only two vampires could indulge in. When he drew back, his blood was pumping from the rush and his lips were covered in her succulent life force.<br>"So submit." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 06:45:53</strong>
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				Her body picked up and pushed in to his arms, the hands on her back. she turned her head to look away, her cheek on his chest, as his hand petted down it, her breath shivering in his ears. The fingers of her's curled around each other making a fist, just placing it where, his heart should be. If a knife was in her hand, it would of stabbed right through, but lo she didn't have one. THe eyes closed slowly as she wondered if he was going to appologize and send her on her way, saying thats how his job is. THe lower lip rolling in her mouth as she wanted that loving relationship she once had. <br><br>She sighed when he said, her talk was just foolish of her own wishes. She sighed, her eyes tightly closed as she gave up that much of herself. Fighting with words seemed to be ignored in one way or another, even her please of stop and don't, its bad. She let the hand fall to his hip, the finger's curled around the chain as much as she can. Short from her wrists, she went to back up, but his hand kept her there more then before. She turned her face to look at him, her lips parted but, his eyes his eyes she can't see them. THat worried her, she squeaked once his hand slithered up her shirt. Cupping her perky large breasts, just supple and a little more then a handful. She would of moaned, but her breasts talked for her. Growing hard and in need of his tease, she whimpered softly.<br><br>"I will have happiness, I will not be like you" She started as his fingers lightly graced one nipple feeling the hardness the fingers pinched and rolled it. "I won't" She said, moving her face from looking at him, her eyes squishing tightly shut as she wanted to cry, but held back. Kept it in a small ball deep with in her beast.<br><br>"I won't turn him, I will protect him and love him as I am now" She whispered a single tear left her lids and gently teased down, his mouth licked that drop as well. Shuddering from the touch his hand grasped the back of her head and his mouth pinching his teeth in to her skin betweent he sharp pearly whites. "Daddy" She groaned her body melting in to his, the hands lifted and just gently touched each side of his chest, the fingers splayed yet dancing just under his pits. She moaned in to the bite, her eyes closed and her head lulled against his shoulder. "Daddy" She gasped out, her body moving to his body, pressing yet her mind was not her own. Breaking it, she gasped lightly, her lips parted, as she wanted his lips. Her eyes clsoed for a moment and her head shook. "no" She moaned, trying to deny what she is feeling. He was able to tell she wanted more, more, more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 07:17:50</strong>
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				The soft little noises she made because of the pleasure he was giving her spurned him further into action, pushing him deeper into a level where it would be impossible to stop. Not that he had planned on stopping before. But as his hand cupped and played with her hardening nipples, which betrayed her arousal, it was becoming hard to keep in control. His fingers pinched and pulled, delighting in the small gasps from her lips, even if she tried to deny it. He could feel it, her body spoke more words of truth than she ever would. And in this, he knew he was victorious. Little by little, he will was crumbling below his mighty blows.<br><br>There was sorrow in his eyes at her words, and he nearly flinched, his lips pulling back in an angry look, before they softened as well.<br>"Do you know why you are not a full vampire, Natashia?" he asked, this time gently running his hands through her silky locks, delighting in their feel. "I too, fell in love with a human. Your mother. And I too went through this same initiation, said the same things. And, I never turned your mother. At least, not fully. And that is why she is dead." He turned, almost as if he couldn't bare to look at his daughter, who looked like a stunning replica of her mother. "I felt severe pain, and I will not allow you to make the same mistakes."<br><br>His hand cupped her harshly, almost bringing pain, before he exuded the toxins, turning the burn into a bright pleasure, in which he guided towards her, to make her submit.<br>"You are already just like me."<br><br>A cruel, mocking life fell from his lips as he took in her futile struggles. His voice, still warm, slid over her as he manipulated it.&nbsp; At each gasp of his title, he pushed out more pleasure, more burning lust, driving them both to a high point. A suddenly, he wrenched himself away. With super human strength, he lifted her bound frame, and practically threw her onto the bed. His eyes were narrow slits now, as he crawled unto the bed after her. His hands moved swiftly, tearing the shirt from her body and he smiled, taking in the breathtaking sight. Lowering hot lips to the skin of her throat, he worked his way down, lavishing upon her soft skin before latching unto a nipple, also injecting it with pleasurable toxins with his teeth.<br>"There will be no escape. I shall no longer ask. You are mine."<br><br>With that, his hand tore off her skirt, leaving her laying in only her underwear, hands bound behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 08:01:21</strong>
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				Her chest heaved as the body melted and pressed in to his. Swooning under his attention, she wanted more. But her mind said no, she closed her eyes as his fingers danced over "the never touched by others", chest. She sighed softly as the fingers pulled and pinched making her gasp more in tohis shoulder, as the mouth took her blood. <br><br>The hair parted in his hand, like silk on a windy day. She can't help but sigh and nuzzle in to the touch, even if an occasional tear left her eye and went in to the silk strands. "Then why did you turn my mother" She started, wondering as her head tilted in his hand nuzzling in it softly, maybe just maybe he would stop right? So very wrong. "You could of left her human and loved the time with her, loved the grow with each other" She moaned her eyes went back to that blisful love. She sighed softly, her eyes closed&nbsp; the hands at her back curled and held each other. She tried to move them, to brush his hand from her, but the chain didn't work quite like that. "IF you turned her, there would be pain, she may not of been the same. You killed..." She stoped as he bent down gripping her hair and his lips back on her's.<br><br>Harsh kisses, trickled in to her mouth, making his pheromones flow in to her via her mouth. She sighed lightly in to his mouth, the hands relaxed letting them hang down limp. Panting as his mouth left her's, only for him to hold that cruel look. She gasped, "Daddy" She said softly, almost in need as she gasped and drank the air heavily gulping it deeply. Being lifted on to his shoulder, her body wiggled trying to atleast throw herself off of him. She cried out his name, his title she gave him. "Father, daddy" She would use. Her body falling on the ground, she squeaked and yelped from the pain. "Daddy" She blinked watching him as a predator would stalk the prey, her head leaned back as she cried softly. Sniffles soft and gentle in his ears. "Please don't" Her shirt ripped off as his mouth met her hard nipples<br><br>She groaned softly, her legs parted more, as his hands pushed them enough for him to lean in to. "Please" She panted as the chemicals entered her body making her submit, it was almost to his full limit, that was pushing in to her. Deadly for some, but almost strong enough for her to moan in pleasure, which shs edid. She moaned softly her eyes closed, when his hands finished tearing the cltohing away leaving her skirt and the tattered bra on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 08:47:02</strong>
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				Body melting and pressing into his, he could tell she was beginning to succumb. And it wasn't soon enough. His mind was blanketed in the hazy fog that was brought on by lust, the kind where eyelashes fluttered and pleasurable spikes shot up your backs. From his lips came honey sighs, encouraging her reactions petting her hair and she nuzzled to him.<br><br>"I partially turned your mother, because she asked me to. Because she wanted you to have more than half-vampire blood in you, so others wouldn't hold you in contempt," he hissed, growling at the questions that reminded him of things he did not want to be reminded of. His hands tightened in his hair, even as she continued to speak. "Yes, I loved her. I protested and argued with her for weeks before I consented. She would not back down. She told me if I wouldn't do it, then she'd get someone else to." His lips tightened to a thin line and he tugged her hair up sort of softly, not wanting to cause her unnecessary pain. "I couldn't have that. So I agreed. But I didn't do it all the way. She deserved better than that, and it turns out, she wasn't compatible with our blood. If I had turned her full way, she would have died sooner. I killed no one." <em>You did.</em><br><br>That was the unspoken sentence. His lips parted in sorrow and he attacked her with renewed vengeance, forcing her hand above her head. Attaching two new cuffs to the wrist cuffs, he managed to lock her unto the bar above the bed, putting her on display for his eyes. Hand moving down, he slipped it under her shredded skirt and removed her underwear, hand moving to play with the wetness he found there.<br>"You say no, but your body tells me everything," he murmured, carefully slipping a finger up to trace the line of her lips, gently flicking deep in the folds of her privacy.<br>"You want this, you crave this, and I will give it to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 03:52:39</strong>
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				his hands felt so good, to her sending shivers up her spine. She sighed softly letting her head fall back into his hands letting him cradle it, like a fragile egg. She sighed softly, her eyes closed as he whispered encouraging words to her, making her fall more in to his lap. She sighed her fingers laced together.<br><br>"I would never of turned anyone I love, I won't turn my lover's or lover or anyone I am with in to a vampire like you did" She started with a soft groan from her lips, from the sharp pain that went ot her scalp making her whimper softly. The chains rattled on her wrists, making soft clinking sounds, reminding her where she was at in that split second of pain. She sighed lightly, her eyes closed and she gasped softly from the now soft and gentle fingers. She would of enjoyed it, if he didn't talk more. She looked at him. "You still let her, you lie, you lie" She cried out, her body wiggling on his arms, moving trying to break free, tears again fell. "Why lie to me, she was my mother, my mother" She wailed loudly, but no one ever moved close to the door, just continued or enjoyed her wailing.<br><br>She cried out, her arms being wrenched above her head and to the bar that was there. "Daddy..father please" She tried again to get him to stop, but the eyes on his face told her other wise. She curled up as best as she can, her clothing in shreads, on her body and off. His hands pushed her knees apart slidding one finger in, feeling the walls quivering in is filling of her tight hole. She sighed her head leaned back more in the pillow as her body arched in his hands, pressing to his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 02:33:39</strong>
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				By the way he body moved, he could tell she was giving in. She had held out a lot longer than he'd originally thought or expected; it did nothing more than increase his excitement. The smell of his prey was fresh and sweet, attracting him to her like a bee to succulent nectar. and he would take his fill, that he vowed.<br><br>Pained sounds floated to his ear, the sounds alone honeyed mead for his ears. He took in her pain and pleasure tortured expressions, growing increasingly besotted with the enchanting creature he had helped create. If only she would stop talking.<br>"You would've, when they would have left you so someone else could do it. And, with anyone else, I would've never forgiven myself," he answered, voice now just level and mellow. She was still a chit; she couldn't possibly know any better. Grabbing her with strong hands, he pressed her wailing form close to his. "And she was my beloved wife. I loved her more than you did or ever could. Now be silent, child, before I gag you!"<br><br>His fingers probed deep into her warm, silky caverns and he himself moaned aloud with her, also delighting in the feel. Soon, he would bury himself inside her. He pressed another finger, and then another, before he pressed forwards. Not meeting any resistance, he smiled softly. At least he knew he wouldn't hurt her too much.<br>"So you've done this before? I wonder with who, Natashia," he smirked to himself, running his fingers up to circle and play softly with her clit, delighting in every reaction he wrought.<br>"This will be the best night of your night, I promise you." And with that, he lowered his head and bit softly at her inner thigh, moving steadily upwards whilst holding her thighs open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 06:48:05</strong>
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				Her body shivered below his, the hands tight against the ropes that threatened and promise her hold. The legs apart, with that small suculant promise of holding and easy access to her. "Your a bastard" She didn't want to be tied down, she hated it in fact. The body shivered in the cool air, "So you made me like I am today, because of you murdering my mother" She snapped at him, but her body. Oh the soft touch of his hand, promising the release she has needed, that her own hands and her own toys could barely do.<br><br>Rolling that lower lip in her mouth, her delicate cute vamp teeth pierced her lip. The blood slowly, trickled to the surface, her lips turned in a soft relaxed slack look. Natashia tiltd her head tot he side, arching her body in the soft thrusting hand, teasing her inner-self. She shivered, her breath in that blood lust quiver, sticking her tongue out slowly laped up some of the blood, before it ran down her cheek. She shuddered, "stop, please" Was it the last desperate attempt to hold back? No one knew, or was it her playing a fantasy out from one of her dreams?<br><br>She felt him touch in her, digging around slowly, making her arch for him. The, eyes closed, hidding her hues from his graceful face. "Nnn" She moaned at first, trying to find her voice. "no, NO" She panted, her body rolling slowly with his, the breasts heaved, with each pant and each need. "No one" She maoned out, "I did it my" She paused letting her breath out, panting as the fingers teased her inner walls. Oh, how good it was, more then she imagined. "Self" She hissed out slowly, her nipples hard as goosebumps rose up, threatening to tighten the skin and peal the inner on the outer, exposing her veins and the like. "Why" She wondered why he wanted to do his daughter, his child for christs sake. The panted words came stumbling out pushed "Your my father it is wrong, so wrong" With great force from her lungs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 22:37:43</strong>
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				He actually let out a dim smile at this, shaking his head, even as he continued to caress his daughter's angered form. "Of course not, silly child. I do this because there are others who pressure me to sell you, pressure me towards giving you to them. Your beauty is a widely known fact these days," he answered her, voice back to his calming, soothing tone. "But I, whilst I think you are ready for the world, I believe I should follow tradition. I'm certain you do not want to be sold. You'd definitely never see that boy again."<br><br>A cold, yet beautiful dance fell from his equally as exquisite lips, as he delighted in all her actions, inherently pleased with himself for spawning such a specimen of perfection as this. His head leaned above hers so his tongue could lick up the excess blood and join her tongue in it's exploration of the rich flavor. And then he pulled back, watching her shuddering frame, listened with deaf ears to her pleas. Her body betrayed her, telling all it's secrets to him. Even if she wanted to deny it, her body still craved his like no other.<br><br>"You know I will not, and you know you want it, dear child. Why fight what you body so desperately craves?" he murmured silkily, teasing her from the inside, working his fingers in order to bring so her great pleasure. The was only a slight pause as he realized she was more or less a virgin, and a predatory glint entered his eyes. <br>"This is wonderful news my child," he whispered softly, even as he licked up her legs, tongue encountering for the first time, the delicate flavor of his daughter. It was delightful. He chuckled and gazed up at her, eyes a dimmed red. "Vampires are known for our incestuous behavior, silly chit. Your mother was my half-sister of human descent," he murmured, flicking out his strong muscle to taste even more of her, delicately exploring her folds.<br><br>"We are not humans, we do not die like them. We abide by different rules in our world of darkness. Do not make that mistake of comparison. In any other household, you would have been bonded by now," he hissed, mercilessly torturing her with his tongue, teasing her sensitive areas, fingers still working in tandem with the new muscle to bring her to new heights of pleasure. "I would give up on these useless morals if I were you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 06:13:36</strong>
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				Oh the betrayal of her body, of how good it feels to finally have someone between her legs. For a moment, she forgotten the love in her heart towards the stable boy, a commoner in her father's eyes. OH, she moaned her body on fire, the lips connected and she just let go for that moment in time. The lips moved to his, kissing in hunger, mingling her blood between them. A moan lifted as did her hips, to his hand that caressed her inner thigh. Oh how wonderful it felt, her mind exploded inside of her and the juices leaked out, touched by his hand.<br><br>Oh she needed this, dreamed of it. Fuck, she thought as the lips broke and was upon her body. She shivered in his grasp "Yesss" She hissed out, her words echoing around, eatherreal like vibrating in every inch of the room and back again, caressing their ears and their nerves. The breaths came in pants with each kiss of his lips, each caress of his fingers. "no" She moaned lightly, her eyes closed to the world, taking the soft and soul breaking look from them. <br><br>She tasted of the divine heaven, her folds opened, parted for his long hot tongue to caresss her lips, the clit even. She gasped, her head thrown back in passion, her hips moved in his mouth. "half" She gasped out, "Not full" She panted her chest heaved making her breasts bounce wonderfully in front of him. "I am full daughter, not half" She panted out, her body quivering, of need and want and to explode in to that promised passion of bliss and longing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 21:18:22</strong>
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				Nicholas could tell the exact moment when his daughter had succumbed. No matter for how short a period, he knew she had, she knew she had, and they both knew she wanted more, craved more. His eyes <em>raked</em> over her undulating body, feeding off of her passion in order to make the sensual dance even more pleasurable. Her hungry kisses left him delver deeper for a taste of her sweet, exotic natural flavor, and his tongue met hers in equal further. His own arousal was raging as his fingers strove to pleasure her to a frenzy of sexual high.<br><br>Her encouraging hiss leaped around the room and filtered through his passion-made deafness, and his lips wrenched from hers, boring into her own even as she arched, pushing herself down to gain more pleasure. A dark chuckle escaped, just lightly, as he ruthlessly ripped pleasurable sensations from her body, one after the other; he played her like a well-used harp, knowing all the right places to touch. He was no stranger to the world of sensual high.<br><br>As her full flavor hit his tongue, he found he could not restrain himself any further, and hefted her thighs further apart, stroking his tongue in harder and more agile with each thrust. His fingers moved in perfect tandem with his tongue, stroking as he sucked, thrusting as he licked. He also knew how to use his body to it's fullest capabilities, free hand stroking her sensitive skin in order to maximize the pleasure. He exploited her every sexual weakness he could find with his lips and fingers, and then some.<br><br>"It doesn't matter, because your body craves it, begs for it," he growled lightly, pulling back, voice dripping honeyed sex. "And so do you."<br>His tone was final, even as he bit down into her inner thigh in a sexual manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 21:45:42</strong>
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				She passed out if she can from all this dancing, gods of how much she fought. Her eyes closed, with a whimper and a shiver of her body. She wanted him to stop, no continue, no to stop. Why must he do this to her, a tear lifted from the corner and like a drop of water fell over her porcelain face, creating a mark, a mar on that wonderful flesh. She gasped with his fingers caressing her body,was he in her mind, creating this dream come true?<br><br>Natashia, blinked when his lips broke from hers, wanting more she moved to recapture them agian with a whimper. Her sensual sigh landed crushed, like flowers around them, giving them a heavenly look when looked down upon, via the camera he knew was there, but she didn't. The men watched this intently, wishing they were there, to give her that pleasure, that was making them swoon for her. One almost attempted to break the door down, but found it fruitless to do so.<br><br>She panted her body shivered, the nipples rock hard and aching, boucing as she rolled her hips, in to his mouth in to that heated breath. She panted, her mouth opened, small sharp vampire teeth flashed in the camera, in a secret lover way, wanting to bite and be so passionate about it. Her breath hitched in her throat as his tongue danced over that bundle making her lips moist with her own juices, by the tease of the fingers that dug it out of her. "Daddy" She moaned, her eyes closed hidding the lust and need in her eyes, giving him a guess, as to if she was broken for now, or not.<br><br>His bite, that clamp over her thigh iwht his perfect teeth, making her gasp out and just explode
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 02:11:02</strong>
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				A dark smirk crossed his face. She'd given in. There was no way she could resist him now. Even as she cried and struggled with herself mentally, it was futile. She couldn't deny her pleasure, couldn't deny how her body quivered in need of his passioned touch. Even he couldn't deny himself the pleasure that seemed to tantamount between them, building into an orb of pure sex that threatened to make him explode.<br><br>As she strained to keep their lips together, he touched her reassuringly. There'd be time enough for that later; he just couldn't contain himself anymore. He craved her taste, craved her raw passion. Aware of the cameras around them, Nicholas made sure to put on a show, leaving the men to envy, leaving the women to despair. Each gender cried out some form of anguish, many even wanting to join, just so that they too could cry out as Natashia did, as he pleasured her virginal body.<br><br>That was another point that worked him to a frenzy. He would be the first one to touch her so intimately, so closely, aside from herself. He would show her the universe. His title rolled off her plump lips, caressing his ears intimately, stirring his body. And as he clamped down and she exploded, Nicholas took it all, tongue cradling and stimulating her already sensitive sex, even as her sweet flavor enveloped his senses and it almost tasted as good as fresh blood.<br><br>Finally, he pulled back and away, licking his lips, and observing her quivering form. Smiling in a feral manner, he rolled off the bed, and got some ankle cuffs. These were unusual, because instead of a chain connecting them, there was a bar, which would leave her incapable of closing her legs.<br>"Now, my dear, now comes the fun," he stated gleefully, crawling over to her already bonded form. His work was quick, as he clamped one leg firmly, before catching and clamping the other. Now her wrist <em>and</em> legs were bound. He took in the sight of her held open for him to see, and felt himself twitch inside his pants.<br><br>Staring down at her, Nicholas quickly stripped, until he was equally as bare as she, before he moved back down to claim her lips, with even more desperation than before.<br>"What should I do first, hm?" he asked her, fingers tracing her soft skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 04:21:44</strong>
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				His fingers felt so great on her heated body, cool tips caressed her cooling the heat down from the blaze in her belly. His tongue laped at the soft wetness that, crossed her nether lips to his mouth. OH how good it felt, her body shivered, the eyes closed tightly as the gasp of pleasure ran forth. She moaned, her body quaked, making her gasp for him. PLease, She would call out, the words on deaf ears? She moved her hands rubbing the tips against the cool, soon to be warm metal between her luscious digits. The muscles quivering in the flesh that bound them to her bones.<br><br>She was unaware, as he was aware of the cameras around them. If she did know that there was, she would of probably was screaming more then moaning in this pleasure. THe lips parted when he licked them apart, making her moan and whisper his title "DaddY" In heated bliss, the hips moved in nis mouth, asking, begging for more. <br><br>Her juices spilled as the tongue worked her up past that point of holding back, she arched her body, the muscles taunt under the soft flesh that held athem there. She muttered, moaned and gasped soflty, the echo of her gasp's criss crossed the room. Caressing the ears that heard and listened, a few decided to fuck each other right then and there, imagining it was the owner or the daughter of the place.<br><br>WHen he pulled back, her body slumped as a soft whimper of "Awe come back" fell and trickled from her lips. Even the gasp in the other room was actually heard on the other side of the door, not by her ears but by his. She was still fine tuning them, to be able to hear alot more then just the inside of the door. The breath of her lips fell and rose ightly making her want more, she almost even begged. HEr eyes closed jsut as the bar was placed between her legs, she squeaked and jumped. "Father" She started her eyes widened in wonderment and fear. She shivered not in the cool air, but in that worried look that filled her being.<br><br>She blinked when he pounced upon her, ravaged her body, her lips first as the tips of is hand moved over her body silkingly. She shivered in his grasp, making her moan and roll in to his grasp, she shook her head. "no" She moaned, her body says yes, but her lips say no.
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				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>naoi</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 21:33:22</strong>
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				Watching her reactions was like watching an erotic dance. The way her body reacted to his teasing ministrations, and the way she called out to him, pleading, begging, yet still trying to resist, all built together to fan the dark flames lit in his loins; he had not felt lust like this in many years, with her mother in all actuality. Being exposed as he was to scenes of a sexual nature near everyday, he'd grown considerably less of an avid libido than when he'd first started out.<br><br>But here, here Natashia rekindled his old flame, brought back to life the glowing embers of his passion until, within him, burnt a fiery furnace so bright, as to blind himself with its ethereal and erotic glow. His body branded a hotter, firmer touch along her curves, dragging his nails semi-softly along her forced sensitive skin, sure to illicit some form of response. Her taste was simply heavenly to his tongue, so much so, that he found himself addicted to both smell and texture as well.<br><br>Finally wrenching himself away, he looked down at her bound form and grinned maliciously before forcing his lips to her own, forcing her to taste herself mingled with his own spicy and exotic flavor. He knew the taste was grand; not even she could deny him that.<br><br>Her soft recall was not unheeded by him, but he only returned with another tool to bind her. Her cried refusal also went unheeded; he cared not for her decisions and thoughts at this point. He body arched into him as he reclaimed her, betraying her. Whilst her lips denied him, her body only screamed louder for him, a call he answered with fevered relish. His clothes fastidiously gone, Nicholas pressed his bare form against her own, knowing what a beautiful, elegant sight both of them were to behold.<br><br>"It is time, my sweet," he whispered, his words floating on some sugared float, carrying around the room, despite their secretiveness. His throbbing twitched in anticipation as he used his enhanced strength to reposition her bonded form till she was level with his crotch. He shifted his hips, pressing his head to her lips, a clear command of what he wished her to do. It would be unwise for her to refuse, that much they both knew, and he could wait no longer.<br><br><del>[Ooc: I am so, so sorry for the long wait, my dear. So terribly sorry. Please forgive me. Life only allowed me to post one reply to one topic. *sighs* But yes, please, forgive me.]</del>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: How legal Slaves went illegal, or did they? A rp by Kiss and Naoi</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow's Kiss</strong> on <strong>07-09-2008, 23:24:56</strong>
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				Feeling his hands on her body, was a dance on her nerves. She panted her eyes closed as her body arched and relaxed. The fingers graced, her body making her moan in desire, the fingers on her body the hips rolled in to him, her eyes closed in that loving eagerness, trying to focus on something. She didn't know it was his desire, to feel inferior and to want a girl unwilling, yet so willing at the same time<br><br>Her hips rolled as he licked and nuzzled in her hairless mound, making it wetter and warmer. She gasped, her body rolled in to his hands, moving with the semi-hard touch, making her want more and to want to try more with him. Regarding what has been done, she can't stop herself, can she? The body shifted her hips moved, as his fingers trailed down her sides, making soft lines that went away after a second, with a hiss of pleasure. "Please" She moaned, not wanting him to stop as he licked and teased her more, before pulling away<br><br><br>She looked at him, as he looked down at her. The brow arched as half of her face was hidden, by the arm and her hair, that was there painted on the side of her face. She panted, her body moving not to fast nor to slow. So expotic and so needed by more then just him. "Father" She said between her soft breaths that slowly fell from her lips as she gathered her mind. <br><br>She pressed her self against him, as she moved to adjust to his weight that was pressed upon her. The breath hit his mouth in soft caress's, the body shivered below his as he claimed her lips gain. So fevered and so wanted as she moved and gasped against his, the hips moving as her chest rose and fell deeper in to his body and the bed. The fingers moved tighter around the rope. <br><br>"NOOOO" She cried out as his body was there, her wet slit played upon the cock as it rubbed the lips. Feeling hsi hands on her hips and her body rose up more for his anticipated steel hard shaft, she gasped. her head leand back, wanting to see the wall, yet to watch him. The body moved as he thrusted forth, feeling the glove feeling, yet tighter then that. her lips moved, parted and cried out, as a virgin would when the hyman was ripped. She called for that stable boy for him, to help, for him...just his name really. The fingers dug in the hips as he moved forth penetrating her fully in one quick thrust. <br><br>The crowed (SP?) watched as they saw that the father, the master of this place, had first thrust in to her tiny body. Alot of growls and snarls lifted from the lips and didn't even bother to enter the door, but a fevered banging was almost heard, in the soundless room. 
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