The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore
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				Title: <strong>The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 00:46:33</strong>
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				In a galaxy once under the boot of the mighty 'Third Roman Empire', a dark age had fallen.&nbsp; The millitary empire that had conquered and subjugated all that was around it.&nbsp; Slavery and the total destruction of entire worlds and the reaping off all the mineral resources of an entire system happened way too often.&nbsp; The only advanced lifeforms found so far, were those native to earth.&nbsp; The anchient remains of advance lifeforms were found, lifeless and grand cities around which death itself seemed to stalk, but all of this was only traces of an anchient spacefaring race that had long departed or died out millenium ago.&nbsp; They had left one thing, though, the space lanes.&nbsp; Deep furrows in the material of space, rips which one could 'fall' through at speeds scores beyond the speed of light that bound this galactic community together.&nbsp; In the abesence of the exalted empire that finally fell under its own weight, lawlessness and slavery fell in its wake.&nbsp; Technology became a lost art and a dark age fell onto the inhabitants of this stellar mass.&nbsp; If one could aquire the right technology, worlds would fall at the feet of its wielder.&nbsp; In such a world, a tech peddler is worth his weight in platnum.&nbsp; His transactions can mean the ruination or ascention of worlds... in his hands swings the balance of power for entire systems.&nbsp; Such a man would be hunted and live a life all alone and half in shadow... a mere whisper of a living.&nbsp; Lucritive and souless and tortured as it may be.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A figure moved on his own among the meny lost souls of the Spacestation Cerebus.&nbsp; Dark and barely lit, a centerpoint of much of what raw ore trade there was left in the region.&nbsp; A cesspool of galactic lowlives and rough neaks and desperate people willing to stab and take whatevery they could.&nbsp; Many cloaked figures, most independent miners and salagers trying to eek a living.&nbsp; Among the meny sheep, though, was a wolf.&nbsp; It would be seen from his eyes.&nbsp; Instead of a blured gaze brought on by an eternity of endless soul crushing servitude.&nbsp; His eyes were dark and sharp... like someone used to being in danger.&nbsp; Someone used to being in command.&nbsp; A gaunt and powerful body cloaked by his trench and layers of clothing and a lined face almost covered by the wrap over his dark hair to obscure his features.&nbsp; There was a main thoroughfair, and much of the traffic flowed down this, but side stalls were set up.&nbsp; A few of them blocked some of foot traffic.&nbsp; Pausing at one of them, he saw a slave auction going on.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Several women were on display.&nbsp; As he stood there, he fingered the moneypouch he kept on him.&nbsp; He figured he had enough to aquire and rehabilitate a new slave.&nbsp; It was a redemption he afforded himself when he could.&nbsp; Many of the women were already sold, begin led off by thier leashes.&nbsp; Only one seemed to be left before the flesh peddler folded up his shop and left.&nbsp; Eyeing her, she was beautiful.&nbsp; Naked and knelt on the ground, the autioner, a dirty, mishappen man who leered at her nudity, holding her leashe, he used a riding crop to tap lightly and subtly stripe her soft flesh, first her lush buttocks he had been presenting to the small crowd around her, now her breasts and an occational stray smack at her lips, just to draw a few tears and that red swollen look so fetching on a womans lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 04:30:42</strong>
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				(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v217/restlesschld/stuff/anime-3.jpg)<br><br>Sonya kept her eyes cast downward, knowing that is what she was to do while at auction. She was considered the runt by the master she had at the moment. Many of the other slaves that had already been sold were about 6' tall and curvy women, almost amazon like. However Sonya was much smaller. She held the curves that the taller women had, but just not as much. As long as she could remember she had always been considered less desirable because of her size. She craved when anyone gave her attention, even as her master beat her lips with the riding crop, the tears on her eyes were of joy. She loved the pain that she felt, with each welt she felt more eyes upon her naked, tethered body.<br><br>He had already sold all the other slaves from her planet that he acquired from the orphanage. She had been thrown from her planet at birth with the other women during a purge that was ongoing. The rate of male to female births had dropped because of a blood disease, so many of the second and third born females were being shipped off the planet. At the orphanages many of the women were branded with their planets name on them. They were also given the two letters of their parents names on their temples, and many orphanages used that as their name.<br><br>"I don't want a lot for this one, because she's so small, but she's a pleaser. She will follow you hand and foot, just like the others." The filth covered man advertised as he tugged slightly on her leash, causing her neck to redden more. He had been tugging at her for the better part of half an hour, trying to rid himself of her. "Do we have any takers?" He called out as he smacked the riding crop against her ass. She turned herself around in the crowd, knowing he wanted to display as much of her as he could. As she turned everyone could see her brand upon her ass of her planet Nya. She kept her eyes down at her own breasts, looking at her dirt covered form. The auctioneer had pulled her filthy hair back from her tempt to show the letter's <em>S</em> and <em>O</em>. "This one's name is Sonya. She's fresh out, her planet is known for their submissive women, this one will not put up a fight of course, unless you tell her to!" He laughed coarsely. "Again, do we have any takers?" He called as he looked over, seeing a darker figure in the back, slowly looking over the slave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 05:09:13</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The captain watched.&nbsp; Several miners had crowded around, obviously excited.&nbsp; They probably hadnt had enough money for the other, pricier slaves.&nbsp; Gazing over at them, two pathetic examples of genetic inbreeding laughed with each other.&nbsp; "We can afford her.&nbsp; Just think what lovely marks rebarb would leave on her."&nbsp; The other one with the skiny neak and rotten teeth bayed like a donkey in aggrement.&nbsp; "Yeah, yeah, yeah.&nbsp; Shes a littl'one."&nbsp; They made the first bid.&nbsp; 200 credits.&nbsp; Watching, others joined in, trying to grab the last bit of action.&nbsp; The ones who already had a slave werent allowed to rebid, the supply for fresh female slaves was always at a premium.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Watching what was unfolding, he watched her.&nbsp; She was so beautiful.&nbsp; He watched her, imagining clothing on her, such a beautiful young girl should be taken care of.&nbsp; She should be given opertunities, training, chances to socialize with young boys, she should be charming the keys of a hovercar from her father... instead here she was, naked and lashed to amuse and entice the crowd.&nbsp; Expected to make her way in the world with her body and her sex.&nbsp; Disgusted, the captain glanced asside.&nbsp; It was troubling how he was forced to watch society tear itself apart over the decades.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Focusing again, he noticed the ugly miners were the winning bet so far.&nbsp; They were joking with each other, talking about using a nail gun on thier new slave.&nbsp; They flashed thier guns at the other bidders, trying to keep the price down.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed on the winning bidders.&nbsp; No challengers stood agaist them... they would win this beautiful and frail woman and pull her appart just because they could.&nbsp; Slaves werent protected by any laws.&nbsp; The auctioner was about to call the sale, when Captain Gabriel Hugo stepped forward, puling back his hood.&nbsp; He hand angular, though mature fetures.&nbsp; His face unshaved.&nbsp; He was a little grizzled, but he looked more then capable.&nbsp; Reaching up, he signaled the aucioner raising the bid one hundred credits.&nbsp; That would shake off the miners.&nbsp; This was making her one of the more pricey slaves offered today.&nbsp; The entire crowd hushed as they gazed over at the new bidder.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The hillbilly brothers didnt slow down.&nbsp; They bid again and again off of him... hoping to still be able to snatch her, though thier anger was becomming more and more apparent.&nbsp; More and more of thier operating capital was being offered for this high quality slave.&nbsp; "We can use our nail gun on prettyboy first."&nbsp; Bidding against them dispassionately, he didnt flinch.&nbsp; Seeing thier maleviolent attention on him, he flashed his eyebrows at them, teasing them as he did.&nbsp; "Why dont you get your little partner drunk... maybe he will take her place.&nbsp; This one... shes mine."&nbsp; Finally, the price was descided.&nbsp; Gabriel had won.&nbsp; The two brother exclaimed angrily, threatening the outlander who was 'buying up all thier booze and broads'.&nbsp; Hugo only smiled, as he watched them.&nbsp; Pulling out his coinpouch, he pulled out the amount haggled over, 500 credits.&nbsp; Keeping an eye on the two, he was surprised when suddenly, her leashe was laid into his hand.&nbsp; Looking down, he was surprised... a leashe to a beautiful and nubile woman... in her childbearing prime... a wonderful companion or lover or daughter for someone... now offered up naked to anyone with the coin.&nbsp; And now her leashed laied in his hand.&nbsp; The tantilizing feeling of this rushed through him, even as it disgusted him as well.&nbsp; He found himself torn... looking over at her and what he heald in his hand, and the two young men ahead of her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>I dont like this, sir.&nbsp; If they slip away, they will likely lie in ambush and try and recover her, on&nbsp; your dime.</em>&nbsp; The digital voice of Prime, the digital voice of his compurterized gun.&nbsp; Being a weopons peddler for so&nbsp; long, he kept the best for himself.&nbsp; Prime was the most powerful hand held pistol, it was fitted to a magnet and computer chip on his eyeball, linking himself to it constantly.&nbsp; It was his partner, his extra set of eyes.... his best killing tool.&nbsp; <em>Might I suggest clearing your right hand.&nbsp; You arent becommign a sentimentalist, now are you?</em>&nbsp; Looking down, he changed hands with the chain, stepping up between her and the two miners.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 05:33:28</strong>
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				Sonya glanced up now and again with her large almond colored eyes, seeing the crowd of onlookers. The other women had many bids thrown at them, being sold at a price of well over 1000 credits for the first few. Now she was being bid on, with prices much lower. She let her eyes fall back down again, knowing she was not even worthy of looked at the ones who held her fate. She heard the two speaking of destroying her and she slightly shuddered. <br><br>Then she heard a different voice. She looked up as a tall, strong man uncovered his face and placed a bid. She looked to the other men as they began to heckle him, hoping they would still win. After a few moments her auctioneer had let the final bid go to the Captain. She had heard his name was Gabriel. She felt her leash tug slightly as she shuffled her uncovered feet towards him. She couldn't make eye contact to him, she let her black hair fall towards her face, unworthy of the man who had just taken her. <br><br>She would make sure he would be pleased with everything she did. She was his, she finally belonged to someone. She had thought about this day and wished for it ever since she had become old enough to understand that was she was destined to do. She had no choice on her life the minute she had been send away from Nya. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 07:10:44</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Keeping himself between the two miners and the beautiful and naked woman who was his now.&nbsp; Looking into thier eyes, he knew the first one, the large one, he had the eyes of a killer.&nbsp; Prime caught the flinch in his eyes.&nbsp; <em>Threat identified.</em>&nbsp; A recticle focusing around his eyes, magnifying it, showing the flinching motion, showing he was planning an attack right then.&nbsp; The captain nodded as he noted this.&nbsp; Reaching back, he grabbed the young woman and pushed her to the floor, trying to keep her at least kind of safe.&nbsp; He pointed toward a piece of podium and pushed her behind it.&nbsp; "Stay down.&nbsp; Right here.&nbsp; Keep your head down."&nbsp; He stood back up, his reticle already highlighting all of thier weopons, they were packing.&nbsp; That was normal, with so little mineral rights left, meny claim jumped to make ends meet.&nbsp; "So, you local boys?&nbsp; I was looking for your mamma.&nbsp; I hadnt made a child support payment for about a decade."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The main redneak had just been waiting for an excuse.&nbsp; The auctioner and his staff were alreay packing up and getting out of the way.&nbsp; The fight hung in the air like stormy weather as the moments ticked by, the captain lit a cigar as he concidered, drawing from it at he spoke.&nbsp; "You dont know where I can find her, do you?&nbsp; Your mother, I mean."&nbsp; He shrugged as he spoke, concidering.&nbsp; Finally, the one miner had had enough.&nbsp; Screaming, he began reaching for his concealed pistol.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gabriel lifted up his hand.&nbsp; His Prime locked onto the magnet within his hand, tossing itself up and solidlly into his grasp.&nbsp; The Prime was a beautiful weopon with firepower and speed and... <em>grace.</em>&nbsp; In the time it took the man to swing for his weopon like a beserker trying to hack off someone's head, the captain had moved like a surgeon.&nbsp; He shot a line of three shots.&nbsp; One blew off the miner's gun and hand, the second opened up a huge gaping wound in his chest, but before the painful stimulus of the massive wounds could even register, the thrid shot and blown through his brain cavity.&nbsp; Killing him intantly, he fell to his knees and then directly to the floor.&nbsp; His gun was aimed at the younger brother, siting on him solidly.&nbsp; He looked into his eyes and Prime had to chime in as he read his biometrics.&nbsp; <em>Nonthreat.</em>&nbsp; The younger brother just stood there coated in his brothers blood as the captain finally lowered his powerful chromed gun.&nbsp; "You give more care to the company you keep.&nbsp; The wrong company can get you killed."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Never letting his eyes leave the other miner, he stepped back toward the podium and offered out his hand to the young, traumatized girl.&nbsp; "Its okay, come on out.&nbsp; Were getting out of here."&nbsp; Pulling off his trenchcoat, he offered it to her as she finally approached him.&nbsp; "Here.&nbsp; Something to wear to the market, Ill get you some better... more femenime clothing there."&nbsp; He wasnt sure what she expected, each market seemed to have its own slave rules, but he didnt want to draw this much attention to himself.&nbsp; He wanted to get away from where they were before security showed up and started asking questions.&nbsp; If anyone found out who he was... things could get a lot more sticky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 07:31:21</strong>
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				Sonya heard and felt the intensity in the air as she listen to Gabriel talk to the other two that had wanted her as their prize. She slowly began to shake at the idea of her master being harmed, and she gave him a look as he shoved her to the floor. She felt her knees scrape against the hard dirt, she quickly crawled to where he had pointed, putting most of her lithe body behind the podium. She peeked out from the side of it, watching as Gabriel moved with such precision, killing the man quickly. <br><br>She shook slightly as he turned his eyes to her, thinking she would see the anger and coldness in them from the ease of the kill, instead she saw a softness she didn't expect. He reached for her, and she quickly stood and gave him her leash. She felt a heavy garment come over her. She hadn't worn clothes in many years, being a slave she walked around naked all of the time. She let the jacket hang from her shoulders, feeling overly confined. She did not like it, but being he was the master, she would do as he wished. <br><br>"Here. Something to wear to the market, Ill get you some better... More feminine clothing there."&nbsp; He spoke to her and she looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a confused look. She was not supposed to wear clothes, as her being a slave, most went naked to show their class in most space stations. She simply nodded her head in agreement. She didn't know what feminine clothes were, but she assumed he would help her pick out what he wanted her to wear. She wanted to please him in every manner she could.<br><br>She let him lead her out of the auction area, and into the main thoroughfare of the space station. She kept her eyes cast down, knowing if anyone saw her looking up, at them they could beat her, because of her status. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 09:58:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He moved fast with her, covering a lot of ground.&nbsp; Finding her leashe in his hand, he dropped it, spooked out immeditately by its domination it represented.&nbsp; Prime found a maintance shaft, using a multitool, he slipped the passages open and used it to clear the much of the station.&nbsp; There was a subway train that was used to clear the station.&nbsp; Hurrying her into the cars just before the sealed closed and sent them zipping toward the market, hed be able to get her what she needed there.&nbsp; He smiled at her, trying to get her to relax.&nbsp; There werent a lot of people in the small car, he looked around unsettled, making sure no one was paying too much attention to the beautiful and naked woman who could barely keep herself covered with his trenchcoat.&nbsp; Guiding her to sit down beside him, he kept an eye out, watching his surroundings before finally turning more of his attention to the young woman he had purchased.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was hard not to stare at her, she was so beautiful.&nbsp; So young and athletic and trim.&nbsp; He tried to gauge her responces, unsure how she was taking all the excitement.&nbsp; The shoot out, the continuing escape, all of this would be a lot to take.&nbsp; He hoped she would be able to 'adjust'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 23:50:53</strong>
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				Sonya followed Gabriel as they weaved their way around, going into a maintenance shaft. She noticed that he had dropped her leash, and she felt as if she had done something wrong, she began to instantly feel like she was being punished, because he did not want to claim her as his own. She wanted to prove to him that she was worthy of his ownership. She tried to keep her small tears quiet as she continued to follow him. When he quickly ducked into the car, she followed, keeping her eyes down. <br><br>She noticed that he took a seat towards the back of the car, with only a few other people, all not paying attention to them. He tried to have her sit next to him, but she collapsed at his feet, knowing she would never be able to sit next to him, like an equal. He was much to noble for her. She deserved to belong to those two men he had just saved her from. <br><br>She knew she had to let him know she was grateful for him to take her from her life, to begin a life with him, taking care of him. She let her small brown eyes peak up to him as she let the coat fall off her shoulders, exposing her small body as she began to rub her hands up his legs, working her way towards his manhood. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 00:30:25</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;After he sat down, he noticed as she lowered herself to the ground before him.&nbsp; Her bared legs on the ruberized floor.&nbsp; He felt concerned, reaching up to touch her shoulder.&nbsp; "Um, look.&nbsp; Thats not safe."&nbsp; It occured to him he didnt even know her name yet, not a very austere beginning to such a long term relationship as rehabilitation and redemption.&nbsp; The first was hers, the last part his own.&nbsp; This was all wrong, he had just been ordering and jerking her around since the auction, but he was worried about being caught.&nbsp; He alwalys felt this way when he wasnt in deep space.&nbsp; Too easy to be spotted down here.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The car started moving.&nbsp; Following his usual instincts, he had picked a seat behind one of the collumns, sheltering him should somone try and spot him or try and hose him down wiht bullets.&nbsp; It was also one of the few areas where one could be almost unseen.&nbsp; A fact he was all to aware of as she shed his trenchcoat and knelt down so suggestively at his feet.&nbsp; <em>He wanted her... now.</em>&nbsp; His body already responding to her, moving.&nbsp; He couldnt believe this, though completely unexpected and undesired until just now, the reality of it all was too much.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His hand on her shoulder trembled slightly, sqeezing her gently as he spoke.&nbsp; "You, you dont have to do this.&nbsp; Its alright.&nbsp; I just... want to help you ouuut."&nbsp; His tone shifted as she touched so much closer to his manhood, his every fiber aware of... feeling... every square centimeter of him she touched.&nbsp; Though he wanted to stop her, he couldnt bring himself to stop her, to push her away from him.&nbsp; It had been so long since hed been around someone like this, his body almost seemed springloaded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 02:41:55</strong>
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				Sonya ignored him as he objected to her touch. She was taught to keep touching until they would throw her away, which would be the ultimate punishment. So for now she let her hands run up and down his legs, one slightly brushing against his growing manhood.<br><br>She sat up straighter, pushing her breasts against his knees as she looked at him. She let one hand stop on his manhood, and began to rub it, slowly at first. She wanted to please him as much as she could. She didn't care where, but she wanted him to be happy with what she's doing at every moment of her life, her life was now his, and she wanted him to be happy with everything she did, including pleasing him.<br><br>As she felt his erection growing she licked her lips expectantly. She ran her fingers up to his zipper and began to hunt for his dick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 20:26:53</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She touched his center.&nbsp; His body quivered.&nbsp; He couldnt believe this... on a public train going through tubes connecting points of an antiquated space station.&nbsp; The rooms smelled of sweat and deoderizer and possibly stale urine.&nbsp; Her he was, though, with a beautiful woman on her knees before him... ready to do the ultimate act of pleasuring him.&nbsp; The moments that ticked by markated by his rapid heartbeat, he couldnt believe this.&nbsp; He could notice, from his peripheral vision, of one of a small handfull of fellow passengers was openly gazing over at him... seeing his naked recent aquision.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His body was clay in her hands... every part except for his member.&nbsp; Like an angry exclamation point demanding attention, he couldnt believe how big he was getting.&nbsp; It was feeling uncomfortable being confined in his pants as it so fully unfurled.&nbsp; He shifted, uncomfortable.&nbsp; The maddening soft cradle of her cleavage pressed against him filled him with flutteringly warm sensations.&nbsp; His hand in her hair brushing effectionately.&nbsp; His voice whispered to her all the reclutance he could muster.&nbsp; "You dont have to..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 22:03:13</strong>
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				Sonya's eyes were trained on his erection as she brought it out in the train. She had no notice of anything going on around them. No one ever paid attention to her, so she was unaware of anyone doing the same, except her master. <br><br>She let her delicate hand run up and down slowly on his shaft as she felt his hand in her hair, she heard his whisper to stop the act, but she would not. Not until he he removed her hand from his shaft, and punished her for her act. <br><br>She gave him a look, a soft delicate look, hidden behind her dark eyes was passion. She needed him to have release. She sat up just slightly on her knees, her tiny ass sticking out, pressing herself against him even more. She leaned forward enough to bring him into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she began to suck softly, trying to gauge his reaction, so she could begin to please him more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 01:42:53</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The way she looked at him... like a beautiful puppydog or kitten... so completely adorable and looking up so intently into him as to make him feel his own gravity.&nbsp; Feeling him touch her this way... it was like she was brushing up against his soul... it effected him so completely to his very core.&nbsp; The feel of her breasts alone against him made his eyes roll up in pleasure.&nbsp; Then the feel of her warm, wet lips on his length was like music... music he could feel through his body.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He quivered... completely focused on what she was doing for him.&nbsp; <em>He wanted this... so completely.</em>&nbsp; The wrongness of the situation was so palatable... she was so young, so defenceless... he was so old, so independent, so much stronger and more grizzled by life's hardships.&nbsp; To have this almost childish, beautiful girl... who should be enrolling in a University in a brighter day and age... and have her set her beautiful full lips over his length.&nbsp; He wanted this so much... he needed this on a level he barely seemed conscience of.&nbsp; His lenght seemed to bloom in her lips, other eyes were drawn to what they were doing, but by then... but he didnt really care by then.&nbsp; All of his long list of cares seemed to matter as she suckled from his so enthusiasticly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 01:52:43</strong>
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				Sonya watched as Gabriels eyes rolled back into his head, enjoying the act she was giving him. She sucked harder, letting one of her hands reach slowly underneath his pants, reaching for his balls. <br><br>She fondled them lightly with her hand. Her tongue ran on the underside of his member, finding the major vein protruding slightly, it throbbing with his blood flow. She rolled over and over that vein sucking quickly. <br><br>She gave a small moan as he grew inside her. She was growing wet as she continued to please him, it was a natural reaction for her. She wanted him to shoot his load deep inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 21:01:52</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gabriel was used to being on his own.&nbsp; He lived between the stars in a couped up sardine can alone and by himself.&nbsp; Living that long... without women around... without children... seems to dehumanize someone.&nbsp; Changes a person... devolves them.&nbsp; To feel her touch now... was like a political prisoner who hasnt been out of a dungeon in decades feeling sunlight on his face.&nbsp; The experience of being around the musical sound of a female's laugh, the slender work of art of thier form, the singular purity of thier touch.&nbsp; It didnt take long for him and there was a lot of fluid.&nbsp; His solitary life ment such needs werent addressed very often. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Shuttering and sighing softly, his body was powerless... held in a light enshrouded cocoon of beautiful sensation as he released into her warm, soft, suckling, needy mouth.&nbsp; It was almost painful not to make more noise, but he held himself somehow.&nbsp; Lost in himself... even in such a well light, populated area as a subway car.&nbsp; Almost as if he felt unborn... he was reduced to a powerless child for a few minutes afterwards.&nbsp; The car powering down, the crowds leaving... whispering and pointing at him.&nbsp; He was lost within himself and the total relaxation he felt moments afterwards... as he somehow found his way back toward the old, derelict spacestation he was inhabiting right then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 22:55:39</strong>
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				Sonya let her eyes sneak glances up to him as his member throbbed. She was surprised that his load was so large, and came out so quickly. She smiled a quiet, small satisfied smile, lapping his softening dick as she watched his entire body relax. Just as quickly as she had pulled out his organ to please him, she replaced it back into his pants. She had been taught to do everything for her master when they did not seem interested in doing it themselves. <br><br>She was satisfied with how she had performed, and was licking her swollen lips. She let her body slip slightly down his legs, resting her head on his knee, she closed her eyes, feeling like she could relax around Gabriel, just slightly. He had saved her from those men after all. <br><br>She wondered where he was taking them, but was unsure of even where they were at that exact moment. She hadn't been taught to read, so seeing letters on walls caused them to look foreign to her. She let her eyes peek up at him, noticing his eyes were coming back from his post orgasmic phase.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 15:50:57</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He didnt know what to say.&nbsp; He hadnt wanted this... had started this with the purest of intentions... redemption.&nbsp; Now, though, here he was... just having been sexually serviced by the very young and very beautiful femme fetale.&nbsp; Recovering his sences, he couldnt help it.&nbsp; Reaching his hand up, he stroked soothingly through her dark, short hair.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; That felt so good.&nbsp; Thank you," he couldnt help but comment.&nbsp; Moments passed, then his eyes opened more fully as he was warned of a coded transmission by Prime.&nbsp; Reaching down, he took her hand and guided her to her feet.&nbsp; Covering her with his jacket again, he nodded toward the door.&nbsp; "We gotta get out of here."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Quickly, he led her through the door and outside of the subway car.&nbsp; Slipping into a maintenance corridor he quickly guided her further into it as he turned and concidered from his hidden vantage point.&nbsp; He knew what was comming.&nbsp; Security guards began jogging past them and toward the subway car they had just abbandoned.&nbsp; "You mean... they said she was naked."&nbsp; They guard almost bayed like a donkey as he laughed and double timed it at the same time.&nbsp; "We can confiscate her, right?&nbsp; If shes a slave?&nbsp; I could use one of those... if you know what I mean."&nbsp; The rest of his predictable dialog was lost as they began flanking they subway car they had just left.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Waving for her to go further down the corridor, he tried to lead them out of the area they were in.&nbsp; The guards sounded like they were worked up... he didnt want to have to kill anyone else, especially militiamen.&nbsp; Even in this lawless time, such an act could make further travel here for business impossible.&nbsp; He had enough flaming hoops to jump as it was.&nbsp; The corridor twisted further ahead before it led into the spacedocks which is where he was headed.&nbsp; It was time to blow this popsickle stand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 17:29:29</strong>
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				Sonya reveled in the appreciation he gave her. As she felt his hands run though her chin length hair. When she heard him speak she smiled, his voice was like a savior to her. She would listen to him daily, for the rest of her life, willingly. <br><br>Her elation crumbled as he gathered her up to standing, covering her again with the heavy coat. As they ran away from the car she kept her eyes down, again hearing someone speak of her. She was unsure why everyone seemed so interested in her. The way she was taught was that most people of status had at least one slave bound to them. She was confused by all the commotion she seemed to be causing. <br><br>Sonya followed Gabriel quickly as he raced down corridor after corridor, unsure of where they were going, but she felt her feet getting colder and colder on the floor. <em>We must be leaving the station...</em> She thought, that was the only time her feet would get cold, because it they were getting closer to an uninsulated part. As she kept up the pace, the jacket she had been given fell off her shoulders and she gave a small yelp, scared at having to stop and pick it back up. She did because it was his jacket, she had to take care of him and his belongings before her own. She quickly stopped her fleeing to retrieve the jacket. She quickly covered her shoulders again, looking up, and not sure where her Master had went.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 16:26:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hugo had noticed she had fallen behind.&nbsp; Pausing for a moment, he stepped out, waving her towards him.&nbsp; It was important she keep up with him from here.&nbsp; Prime had warned him of security bulletins on him from the subway car and the auction.&nbsp; They had matched descriptions and so were hot on his tail.&nbsp; Shorting out a digital lock to get to the spacedocks, he took her hand and guided her out onto the platform.&nbsp; Various crews and station personell were maintaining and milling around.&nbsp; They were a sweaty, motley crew.&nbsp; They leered at the mostly nude woman paraded before them as Gabriel made his way toward his ship.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Guiding her head of him, keeping an eye on one paticularly mean looking mechanic that looked like he was going to twist a huge wrench in half as he visually poked a hole into the poor slave Gabriel had just aquired.&nbsp; "Hey.&nbsp; Eyes forward.&nbsp; Shes just a kid."&nbsp; A couple more spacehands began closing ranks in front of her, blocking her progress foward.&nbsp; Gabriel stepped forward meeting thier lusty gazes with his own steely one.&nbsp; "Step back, gentlemen, or Ill have to get forceful."&nbsp; Somethign about his gaze, harsh, pent up, edged, that made the small pack of men before them disperse, allowing him to rush her the rest of the way toward his ship.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was then that one of them snatched his jacket right off of her shoulders... revealing her nudity to everyone.&nbsp; Like blood in the water... the rough looking sots around them began to beserk out for the little woman all of them wanted to have as thier own.&nbsp; Everyone started grasping for her.&nbsp; Sweaty, oil covered, unwashed, meaty hands swarmed on her.&nbsp; Grabbing at her other arm and her body.&nbsp; Not missing a beat, Gabriel began using his lethal skill, using join locks and throws, he tried to power his way through the crowds for the last ten meters or so.&nbsp; There were too meny of them.&nbsp; She was pulled away from him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Seperated from her master, the sweaty ruffians began to trap her, three of the strongest and meanest pinning themselves up against her and probing hre with thier huge hands.&nbsp; Grabbing and tugging and pinching all the softest and most femenime parts of her body.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the captain had gone beserk, ripping out an esophagus and shattering a man's nose into his brain, trying his best the whole time to keep an eye on her.&nbsp; Prime tumbled up into his hand, retorting it into the air, the crowds instantly stopped.&nbsp; No one was supposed to be armed in this zone... his weopon was ceremetal, though, undetectable to most sweepers.&nbsp; Quickly collecting her, he took her hand and got her to his ship, <em>Aces and Eights,</em> a small ship shaped like a mechanical spade symbol from a cardgame.&nbsp; Though it looked unimpressive and anchient, it was loaded with some of Hugo's best wares.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the airlock rotated, allowing them access to the ship, Gabriel was already planning aloud.&nbsp; "Sorry, well have to get you better clothing at a different stop.&nbsp; They will have security here soon.&nbsp; We have to beat it... or become permanent occupants here."&nbsp; The ship was a bit cramped, cluttered, and smelled of rust, it was his home, though, and he was proud of it.&nbsp; Stepping quickly toward the cockpit, he prepared for an immediate launch.&nbsp; Using a preprared flightplan with a false shipping code and destination, he filed for lift off, beginning warming the systems in preparation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 01:22:50</strong>
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				Sonya looked up happily as Gabriel waved to her. She grabbed the coat tightly as she picked up her pace. She cast her eyes downward as he pushed her in front of him as they entered the spacedock. She heard the mummers of voices and she could feel her master growing more and more combative as they walked. She glanced up to see the mass of men slowly parting, so they could continue their way through the docks. <br><br>Suddenly she felt jacket be ripped out of her fingers, she closed her eyes as she felt the hands grabbing hold and pulling her away from her master. She screamed softly as she felt them run their hands over her entire body. She felt three warm bodies began to press themselves against her, running fingers inside her and she grew wet with the stimulation, but heard the sounds of screams and shouts. <br><br>Sonya tensed and screamed when the gunfire shot into the air. However, suddenly she had been freed. She opened her eyes and took Gabriels hand, following him to the odd shaped ship. She listened to him as she stood still naked, as he pressed buttons and got the ship ready for take off. She nodded to the back of his head as he spoke of capture. She looked around at the cramped quarters, not sure where she could sit. The cockpit only had the one chair. The other parts of the ship she could not tell if they were for sitting or not. <br><br>She lowered her eyes once again as the ship hummed to life. She lowered her whole body on the floor, when she had been transported before she had simply been placed in a single cell with a bed, it had been padded so she wouldn't get bruised if the ride was rough. However, the floor she sat on was cold, and very rough. But she was unsure of where else she could sit during the flight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 02:34:24</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Noticing her kneeling to the floor, he forgot she was probaby kept in the dark as far as technology and language.&nbsp; Helping her to her feet, he settled her into a gravity well seat.&nbsp; Noticing again, that she was still naked, he felt embarrased he couldnt better provide for her yet.&nbsp; Turning on the gravity well, it held her in place, like a beltless restraint system.&nbsp; Turning around, he sat on his own captain's chair, activating it before starting up the wave drive system.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The spade shaped craft rotated as it slowly made its way out of the spacedocks.&nbsp; The station was on shut down... several cannon turned to try and disable his craft, but each found itselt unable to target the ship because of advanced countermeasures.&nbsp; Randomly firing around... panic was caused as the crowds rushed toward the exits or thier own ships before finally the two plasma turrents shot each other out.&nbsp; Markation boya blinked in unison, showing a revolving lane line pattern to the stellar gate.&nbsp; The gate had already shut down as secruity craft were scrambled to retrieve them.&nbsp; No one knew the small ship could generate its own star gate... unheard of for a ship of this class.&nbsp; A shimmering disc opend up into which the tiny silvery cruiser fell into and vanished from sight.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the surrounding screens showed a willowly multicolored pattern as the ship streaked at unimaginalbe speeds... powers of the speed of light ticking by as the ship fell through time and space and sped toward its destination.&nbsp; Sighing in his ship, the captain turned off both of their gravity wells and turned his seat toward his newest guest.&nbsp; Smiling, he stood, offering his hand.&nbsp; "Greetings.&nbsp; Sorry... weve been so rushed.&nbsp; My name is Gabriel Hugo, captain of the <em>Aces and Eights.</em>"&nbsp; It might not look like much, but he was very proud of his starship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 21:03:21</strong>
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				Sonya followed her masters commands to sit in the a chair against the wall, when she was settled she reveled in the fact he gave her another look before he sat down. She felt a force settle over her and she was immediately uncomfortable. She was unable to move, she was used to being forced into positions with the same kind of technology, but never to simply stay in one place. She never fought the force that held her, but she did not much like it as they took off out of the station. <br><br>She had no understanding of what was going on in front of Gabriel, she could only bring herself to look up to where he was a few times. During take off and even when she heard him press a few buttons, and turn his body. She sighed contentedly as the restraints were lowered. <br><br>She cut her eyes up to him as she watched him rise out of the chair and come over to her. When he offered his hand, she did as she had been taught. She slipped out of the chair to her knees, she took his hand, and kissed it lightly. "I am very happy to have such a strong man as my master. I thank you for purchasing me. I will only hope that I can live up to your expectations as a slave." She stated as she kept her eyes cast down. She hoped the line sounded sincere as she felt in her heart. She was very happy to know that the one who saved her, was such a strong and powerful man. She had never seen anyone like him before. She wanted to please him every way possible. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire                            (privilegedXchore and me)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 17:31:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He was horrified as she knelt before him as if he were one of the gods of old.&nbsp; Well, not all of him was so strongly and negatively effected.&nbsp; A secret part of him loved this kind of attention.&nbsp; A very dark slice of him, raised in incarcaration and nursed by cruelty, was a brute.&nbsp; Being imprisoned and tormented changes a man... finely hones his edge making him lethal and hard... if a man was a tool prison turned a man into a knife the way toothbrushes were made into shanks.&nbsp; This part of him wanted her to do this... more even.&nbsp; Slavery was common in this chaotic time... and he had seen meny vile acts.&nbsp; He wanted to feel that mouth on his feet or possibly his dick again.&nbsp; The major portion of Captain Hugo was a loyal and fair man.&nbsp; Forced into a rough trade, he had to deal with criminals and murderers regularlly, but he trusted his instincts and could fight and shoot his way into or out of any situation.&nbsp; He lived by a strict code and tried to atone for misjudgments of his past as often as he could.&nbsp; His heart was heavy with his conscience... no one knew how much.&nbsp; He had been indirectly responcible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of colonists... this scarred him and had changed him from a war profiteer to mere shadow of his existence.&nbsp; A hollow shell of man lost to himself and everyone else... lost in the vast, trackless spaces between the stars.&nbsp; A man of contradictions, Gabriel could be hard to understand for almost anyone.&nbsp; Especially himself.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Catching himself... he just stood there for a few moments... perhas almost a minute, his preceptions of time were somewhat skewed.&nbsp; He just stood there... enjoying her simple kneelingn before him this way.&nbsp; Didnt every man secretly wish he was king?&nbsp; And to her, he was.&nbsp; His hand absently reached forward, touching her hair and the side of her soft face as he seemed to savor the moment... before commenting and doing the right thing.&nbsp; She was a poor misguided young woman of... sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen.&nbsp; (The older he got, the harder it seemed to guess someone's age.)&nbsp; "You... you dont have to do... that.&nbsp; Here... and before on the train... you- you dont have to treat me that way."&nbsp; It was hard to comment further.&nbsp; He had bought and rehabilitated and releaced meny slaves before her, but they were all only too willing to leave.&nbsp; This one seemed to have been bred in captivity.&nbsp; A rare, beautiful bird that could sing so wonderfully, though she only knew her cage.&nbsp; His hand that was on her face, lowered to take her other hand.&nbsp; "Here, stand up.&nbsp; Lets get some clothes on you."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;This was also counterintuitive.&nbsp; He loved how she looked... beautiful and shapely... and even loved the wet femenime scent of her that reminded him of the seashore.&nbsp; To tell her to cover all of her nude glory and light smelling musk wasnt really what he wanted, but it was right.&nbsp; She should be treated like a person with dignity.&nbsp; Which reminded him to ask, "By the way, by the way things were going... I never caught your name."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 00:28:43</strong>
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				Sonya searched his face, watching as she began to see things going on behind his eyes. She would learn to recognize those flickers in his eyes. She would learn to please him, and would hope that he would let her. She closed her eyes and felt his rough hand slip across her face, she leaned into it, yearning for every touch he would give her. She could feel the power behind his hand, it was one that she hoped she would never learn to fear, but she could tell others feared him, that is the reason why he could command such a presence. She brought both of her hands up to the front of his pants. She began to pull on his zipper once again, she wanted to please him, just as his touch had just pleased her. During her training she had been taught to make sure her master was content in every moment she was in front of him.<br><br>She sat up straighter as he spoke, her ass sticking out as she arched her back. When she was being spoken to, that was the pose she was supposed to have. She gave him an odd look as he spoke about what she had done on the train. She was confused, and let her hands drop. She was unsure of what he meant, but hoped if she did it again, he would not beat her.&nbsp; <br><br>She slowly rose, her face cast down, looking over her large breasts and hairless form, she didn't understand why he would be giving her clothes, she had never worn any. The idea of being covered upset her. She was a slave, and slaves were supposed to be naked, at least that was what she was told, from her own planet.&nbsp; <br><br>Sonya looked up in his face, with his hand still resting on her cheek as he asked of her name. She had the look of a child, unknowing and innocent, she turned herself around and bent over fully, presenting her ass in the air. Her legs were spread wide and she placed her hands to the floor. She had been taught to stand this way when anyone asked of her name. She raised a hand from the floor to the tattoo that was branded on her right ass cheek. "They've taught me that what this is, is my given name. But if you wish, you may call me anything you wish, Master." She said softly, her eyes closed as she slowly stroked her own soft flesh. From this position he could also inspect her form completely. She had only a few welts from her childhood when she had tried to run away across her back. The only thing she had from her most recent master from the orphanage, was some burn marks on her shoulder blades. She had never been taught to read, but one of the slaves that had been taught how to read had told her that her name was Sonya. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 01:42:25</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He couldnt believe it.&nbsp; Even as he spoke to her, still standing and trying to introduce himself to her, from her kneeling posision, she began releasing his clothing.&nbsp; He was shocked... though still terribly let down when her hands dropped from him.&nbsp; He felt so trapped in his emotions and morals.&nbsp; Wanting one thing, yet wishing to be be more or better then that.&nbsp; &nbsp;A desire to have total carnal knowlege of the beautiful, sweet spirited young woman so wonderfully presented at his feet.&nbsp; Another conflicting focus was in his own and her salvation.&nbsp; The conflicting thought was of transmuting a poor slave into a beautiful and independent straight laced citizen who might pass on the good karma.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Finally slowly guiding her to her feet, he asked her about her name, when she answered him in a very unconventional way.&nbsp; Turning her body around, she presented her buttocks to him.&nbsp; He had been busy chasing her through the station... and perhaps his eyes had been more tempted by her upper body and face... but he hadnt noticed these brands.&nbsp; "Whoah," he commented to himself.&nbsp; The pose was challenging to assume, bent over so openly with her hands to the floor.&nbsp; It impressed him and showed her flexibility and general fitness.&nbsp; Before he could stop himself, his hands reached up slightly, brushing against her petal soft skin... feeling the letters of her name that was carved so perfectly into her flesh... the warmth from her body... the scent and moisture of her open sex.&nbsp; "So... beautiful."&nbsp; His body stirred further, his clothing still opened from before, never having been refastened after her beginning to release him earlier.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It had been so long for him... he hadnt been touched by a woman for nearly a year, except for that brief few minutes on the subway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 02:20:18</strong>
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				She tried to conceal her happiness as he openly viewed and admired her form. Her body tingled as he let his hands fall onto her flesh. The brand had left that area slightly more tender than the rest of her body, and she bit her lip as he continued to inspect her skin. <br><br>She slowly peeked open an eye and saw his erection creeping back out as he stared at her form. She took the moment to continue what she had started when he has asked for her name. Nimbly she lifted and swung her body around, lowering herself back onto her knees. She had been taught to please a man whenever the opportunity presented itself. She had not been taught the ways of sexual pleasure, because she was considered the runt of her race. However, they had taught her how to please her master orally. <br><br>Her soft hands quickly found his erection and took it into her mouth, licking and sucking on it like it were a sweet treat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 03:11:55</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He couldnt believe how she moved.&nbsp; Lowering herself to the floor like a gymnast, she then reached up like a cat playing with a catnip soaked toy, and once again took his lenght into her mouth.&nbsp; His body arched slightly.&nbsp; He had so wanted her... since seeing her body with that beautiful name... the one he not be able to see from now on, even with his eyes closed.&nbsp; "Son-Sonja.&nbsp; I... I like that... I like that name."&nbsp; He had been standing, which was an uncomfortable way to recieve such affection.&nbsp; Slowly backing hiself back a step or two, and he had a control counsole to lean back onto.&nbsp; His body shaking... it was surreal, he couldnt believe what was happening.&nbsp; For the second time in about forty minutes she went down on him with her lovingly wet and warm mouth.&nbsp; This seemed to effect him to his core, though he wanted and tried to take the more noble path, he found his flesh was weak... and oh, so hers.&nbsp; "Oh, oh.&nbsp; That... that feels so good," he said again, running his rough, rather large fingers through her fine, dark hair.&nbsp; Loving being so close to her as she did this wonderful service for him... one he couldnt seem to resist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 23:04:56</strong>
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				Sonya let her lips slip up and down his member. She let one of her hands cup the underside of him, his balls cradling in her hands. Sonya delighted in the sounds of her master as she pleased him. <br><br>She let her hand slip from his balls an onto his shaft, letting her hand slowly stroke him up and down, her tongue slipping around the head quickly. She picked up her pace, wanting his sweet release to happen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 06:43:22</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It didnt take as long this time.&nbsp; "Jeeeee....sshhuss."&nbsp; He clenched once more as his body gave up his seed once more.&nbsp; He couldnt believe it... he lost all of his strength as he laid back.&nbsp; His body exhausted from the rush of thier escape and the incredible, yet seemingly casual ecstacy little Sonya seemed to love visitiong.&nbsp; His hands caressed through her baby fine, dark hair... loving its silkiness... the beautiful sensation of it all as the last of his seed seeped into her lips.&nbsp; Sighing deeply, his hands petting through her hair... only the feel of her hair and the sparkling feeling of the parts of him her mouth touched.&nbsp; His fingers shook a bit, his body wiped out temporarily from the oral attention he had recieved.&nbsp; "I... I... wow."&nbsp; He tried to say more, but no matter what he tried to say, he lost his stream of conscienceness.&nbsp; Only able to lay there... exhausted... trying to keep her head close.&nbsp; Desiring to be even closer to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 23:57:04</strong>
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				Sonya looked up at her master softly. Smiling coyily at him as he studdered, incapable at the moment to voice anything that seemed to make sense. She pushed her head against his hand, looking quite feline, craving the attention he was giving her at the moment. She loved the way his rough hands ran through her hair. She licked her lips and slowly wiped her face, some of his semen had slipped out onto her chin. She licked the fingers, savoring every bit of his seed she received. She lowered herself to a sitting position on the floor, her heels resting against her buttock. She placed her hands in her lap, unsure of what her master had been speaking of, before she had begun her oral onslaught.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 01:41:01</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Laying back, he could glance down and see her.&nbsp; She was licking his seed off of her fingertips as if her were cake icing.&nbsp; For some reason this tickled him in the pit of his stomach.&nbsp; A chilly silvery linning that made him shiver on the inside.&nbsp; As she leaned back onto her knees, he couldnt help but reach forward and pull her closer to him.&nbsp; After such a profound experience... his body realing from the effects of what had occurred.&nbsp; Wanting so much more from her.&nbsp; He couldnt help but hug her naked body closer to him.&nbsp; His sences realing from the stimulation of feeling her warmth this way... nuded for him.&nbsp; He trembled as he took a deep, ragged breath, pulling her head closer to him, but from this posision, her head was very low on his body, something he noticed just about then.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Finally releasing her, he leaned back even further.&nbsp; Expelling a deep sigh, his body relazing even further.&nbsp; Reaching up, he touched the side of her sweet, soft face.&nbsp; He had lost a lot of the original urgency of his message.&nbsp; He wanted this moment to last forever.&nbsp; A naked woman of almost half his age, kneeling and orally pleasing him occassionally, just because.&nbsp; He needed to do more, though.&nbsp; He had promised himself that.&nbsp; "I... I bought you... to free you.&nbsp; I... want to train you and... and set you up with an occupation."&nbsp; It was what was right.&nbsp; He had a lot of bad karma to answer for.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:02:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sonya felt her masters body tremble as she looked at him only once, as he grabbed her form and pulled it close to his own. She felt confused at the motion, she had been simply doing what she had been trained to do. She let her arms fall to her sides as he breathed, her face tantalizingly close to her mouth again. But he released her from his embrace before she could snake her mouth around his member again. <br><br>She leaned her head into his hand again as his fingertips caressed her soft cheekbone. "I... I bought you... to free you.&nbsp; I... want to train you and... and set you up with an occupation." His voice was dark, and she looked up at him meekly as he spoke. <br><br>"But I don't want to be freed... I don't understand, what did I do?" She asked softly, large tears filled her eyes as she began to cry. She didn't know what she had done to upset him so much to cause him to release her so quickly. She had been told if she was freed after she had been bought, it was because she was not worthy of being owned. She had been told because of her small size, this fate would most likely be hers. She stared down at her knees, trying not to shake as hard as the tears wanted her to. She knew her masters decision was not her own, and she had no control over what he thought. "Please keep me. I'll be good, I'll do whatever you want." She pleaded, still keeping her eyes down. She thought she may have been staring at him to much. She had always been punished for looking at her master.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 06:05:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The reaction wasnt what he expected.&nbsp; Usually someone was suspicious, usually hopeful... some were relieved.&nbsp; There was one woman, in the act of seducing her who laughed and wanted to be dropped off right then.&nbsp; She already had an escape plan... was probably going to sweet talk or get the drop on him to escape.&nbsp; That had been a scarry one.&nbsp; This was a whole new experience for him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Feeling as if hed wronged her somehow, he reached forward and touched her arm and shoulder, trying to be reassuring.&nbsp; Seeing her crying was upsetting to him, she was so young, so vivarent, so beautiful.&nbsp; She was in the prime of her life... able to have children, go to college, learn a trade, start a family.&nbsp; The very seed of civilization knelt before him... colonies would kill or die or pay for her weight in credits.&nbsp; She wanted to remain his slave.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Here... here.&nbsp; Its... its okay."&nbsp; He flet so incompetant... a rare feelign for him.&nbsp; He was a trained killer... a dealer of black tech and weopons of mass or tactical destruction.&nbsp; He could kill five men with his hands in about three minutes.&nbsp; He could strip down a pheonix missle and smuggle it past customs without a sweat.&nbsp; One crying girl, though, was more then he could deal with.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gabriel tried his best.&nbsp; Touching her... trying to calm her down.&nbsp; "Its not you.&nbsp; You didnt do anything wrong.&nbsp; In fact... youre... your wonderful."&nbsp; He couldnt help softening at the thought of all shed had done for him already.&nbsp; "Its... its been a long time for me, but..." he was digressing.&nbsp; Trying to get back to the point, he continued.&nbsp; "This isnt about that.&nbsp; Its about... doing whats right... by you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 04:32:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sonya kept her eyes down as she heard Gabriel speak softly. His hands felt large and warming against her naked skin. She tried to stop her quaking body, for she feared, even with his words of reassurance she still wondered if she was being punished. <br><br>"This isnt about that.&nbsp; Its about... doing whats right... by you." His voice floated over her head and she gave him a questioning look. "This is what is right by me. This is all I know." She said as she quickly cast her eyes back down to knees. "I was not taught trades... Or anything. I am only slave." She said as she sniffled slightly, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 23:19:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He didnt know what to say.&nbsp; He was completely surprised by this.&nbsp; She wanted to be a slave.&nbsp; Quite possibly she had been raised this way... perhaps for generations... the Nuroman Empire had specialized in the slave trade and meny worlds were pillaged or initiated trade relations with the galactic powerhouse.&nbsp; It had always sickened him, how slaves, women and children especially, were raised and used in such a dehumanizing trade.&nbsp; His hands, which were running through her hair, paused, he was so taken aback by what she said.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It took a few moments before his hand moved once again through her hair.&nbsp; He felt such softness toward her.&nbsp; She was so beautifuly earnest... so devoted.&nbsp; It took him another moment before he could continue.&nbsp; "I... Ill teach you a trade.&nbsp; Ill take care of you.&nbsp; Set you up with some capital."&nbsp; Not able to help himself, he leaned over and kissed the top of her head in an almost father/daughter manner.&nbsp; "I wont just leave you out here in the black with nothing."&nbsp; His tenderness toward her surprised even him.&nbsp; Perhaps it was her youth and what she had just done for him twice.&nbsp; Maybe he had just been alone in his tin can out in the voids for way too long.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 02:22:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sonya soaked in every feeling she had as his hands ran through her hair. She enjoyed the feeling that he was happy for her response. She didn't reply, but simply nodded about being taught a trade, she felt simply that she had already had a trade, which was one she had been taught since birth. She held her breath as he leaned in and kissed the top of her head softly, she had never been treated in such a nonviolent manner. She was unsure of how to repay his affection. <br><br>Quickly she lowered herself to her knees, letting his hands slip from her hair. She let her hands race down his midsection to his hips. She sought for his member once again, knowing she had to show him how great full she was he was not going to simply toss her aside in space. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 04:01:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His body tightened up as she began reaching for his length once more.&nbsp; Still recovering from her attention just minutes ago, his body stiffened.&nbsp; Taking hold of hand, he reached up and touched the side of her head.&nbsp; "Whoah.&nbsp; Whoah.&nbsp; Relax."&nbsp; He really was touched that she wanted to do this for him so much... but it hadnt been but a few minutes ago she had finished and he was not ready for her earnest attentions again.&nbsp; Trying to settle her, he touched the side of her head.&nbsp; "I... I appreciate everything.&nbsp; Just... not now."&nbsp; He couldnt believe it.&nbsp; He had wanted to save her from the life of a slave... and yet she so easily prostrated herself before his urgings.&nbsp; And he so willingly let her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 03:19:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sonya felt his resistance and gazed up at him as he stroked the side of her head. She gave him a sad and confused look as he fought her on the only way she had to show him her gratitude. She simply nodded, letting her hand intertwine within his own. She simply nodded, not sure of what else there was to do. She was unused to talking infantile in many ways a normal girl her age. Conversation was not going to be easy, she was unsure of how to convey her thoughts. <br><br>Her stomach hurt, because she had not been fed in a few days, but was used to such treatment. She wrapped one arm around her stomach, not sure if she could ask to be fed. She simply lowered her eyes, contemplating. She remembered during her training, she had been tossed aside, while many of the other girls were much larger, were given her share of the food, leaving her smaller than most. She had be trained to only open her mouth to answer questions, or to take a member in it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 06:52:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Seeing her move this way, he knew she was hungry, but hiding this from him.&nbsp; Upset he hadnt thought of asking her this, he stood up and offered his hand to her to help her up.&nbsp; He smiled comforting toward her as he raised her up to her knees.&nbsp; "Here.&nbsp; Im being a bad host and not attending to your needs.&nbsp; Let me show you around.&nbsp; Feed you, cloth you... take care of you.&nbsp; The autopilot should have this for a few hours."&nbsp; If he started treating her like she was a freewoman, perhaps shed forget this slave nonsence.&nbsp; That was too dark a temptation to contemplate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 22:10:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sonya looked to him as she moved from her slumped state to kneeling. She gave him a happy look as she continued to move to standing. She was much shorter than her master, and smaller too. It became apparent as she still had to look up to him as he talked. She followed him as he began to lead her towards the small galley. She took in all steel and cold surroundings. She kept her eyes down as they went past the galley to a bedroom. She stopped at the entry way and watched as Gabriel walked towards a wardrobe. She looked as he began to look at some clothes and she was unsure of what he was looking for. She looked down to her taunt nipples and shivered slightly. She didn't ever wear clothes of her own, and was wondering if she had soiled some of his own, and that was why he had decided to change.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modern Fairy Tale</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 04:44:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gabriel didnt have anythign that was her size.&nbsp; He felt bad.&nbsp; He should have stopped for clothing for her.&nbsp; He had been spooked by security.&nbsp; He glanced through what he had.&nbsp; Glancing back up at his newest passenger, he couldnt help but enjoy looking her over before motioning her into the room.&nbsp; He pulled out some boxers, a pair of shorts, and an oversized shirt.&nbsp; It wasnt much... but it would mean she could cover up a least.&nbsp; He offered her what he could.&nbsp; If there was anything within his rather limited range of clothing he could provide for her.&nbsp; He wanted to get her warm and comfortable and feeling loved and human again soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Sound of Falling Empire  (Historicly After "Wet Slave")  w/privilegedXchore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 03:46:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sonya started confused as Gabriel held out pieces of cloth to her. She didn't understand what he wanted her to do. She tipped her head to the side and stuck her arms out, slipping into the oversized shirt he held out. She hated the rough feeling it had on her skin. But again everything felt rough against her skin. She had never been aloud to wear more than a tattered pair of bikini style underwear in her time on her home planet. So having this garment cover so much of her arms and midsection she gave a confused look. She was meant to be looked at, to be adored, at least she was told that, so now as she was covering herself up she looked up to Gabriel, with a sad look in her eyes. She didn't know what was going on, but felt like it was bad. <br><br>She bit her lip, but said nothing.
			</dd>
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