Whispering Woods
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Keith on 11-05-2009, 20:43:39</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Whispering Woods</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 20:43:39</strong>
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				Kordori was well known, but not by that name. It was by his expression, his seemingly soulless blue eyes, and his white dreadlocks. Walking through the crowd of dark and seedy customers, flocking to the gathering, each one seemed to shy away from him once they noticed that what they thought was empty space was filled and intended to trample those that weren't wise enough to move.<br><br>He was wearing gray robes and moving through the crowd fast enough to startle and knock people out of his way. Wanting someone young, fit, and attractive was enough for him. He needed someone for releases, for housework, and to break up the monotony. But there was going to be long periods of time when he depended on locks and fear to keep the bird trapped in a cage instead of devotion and training.<br><br>But the first problem was choosing the bird he would cage, and thus far no one had peaked his interest, which leaded him to walk through the crowd, quite willing to force his way into the slave pens themselves if needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispering Woods</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 23:49:59</strong>
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				Jessica huddled in the back of the pen, behind all the other slaves. She was slim, nearly to the point of malnourishment, and her skin had a greyish color, and her green eyes were dull as they stared off into space. She didn't seem to be aware fo the fact that she was effectively up for sale to whoever was willing to pay the barker's price. <br><br>Most slaves had mixed feelings about being bought. Some wanted to be bought, some swore up and down that they'd never be broken, and the others were resigned to their fates. Jessica was a little bit on each side. She wanted to be bought so that she wouldn't hurt any of the other slaves if one of her blackouts happened again. She also didn't want to be under the control of another person, but at the same time she knew it was useless to try and escape. Like many before her, she'd tried to escape, but it had only ended badly. Not even during one of her blackouts was she able to escape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispering Woods</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 00:25:44</strong>
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				Kordori had seen nothing that immediately gained his attention, and with the speed of bidding being so annoyingly slow he continued deeper into the crowd, until he was at the base of the small platform. Ignoring the eyes on his back he leaped onto the platform and walked arrogantly into the caves they used to corral their merchandise.<br><br>The many guards that normally lined the stage were more interested in stopping others from doing the same as Kordori than follow him. Inside there was a different sort of security, in the form of a heavy metal gate being watched over by one of the many slavers. The overweight and under-bathed man greeted Kordori with a wheezing laugh.<br><br>"Not likely to stop you, and there's only one about the cave. Go and pick what ya want, don't except to come out without putting gold in my purse."<br><br>Kordori grunted at the fat slaver and walked past the thick iron bars, built into the very wall of the cave. Deeper into the cave he went, looking into each pen to see if something caught his eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispering Woods</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diabolus Lupus</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 00:38:39</strong>
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				Jessica barely looked up as the other slaves in her pen began talking excitedly about someone actually coming into the caves to buy a slave before they hit the auction. It was slightly out of the normal behavior, but not enough to grab her attention beyond noting the man's presence heading towards her pen near the back of the cave.<br><br>"Would you all get over it." she muttered under her breath, drawing several dark glances from those crowded at the front. "It's not like he's gonna buy one of you anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whispering Woods</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 16:27:46</strong>
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				Kordori had been hearing whispers around him since he first entered. Many women had crowded the bars of their pens, attempting to make themselves seem appealing. They were the first he ignored, and he ignored them until he couldn't see through them to the others who were quiet, shy, or actually did not want to be bought as a slave.<br><br>But then there was something unique sounded out from a pen to his side, which had gone ignored thanks to the wall of slaves desperate to be released from their cage. Interested he turned and grabbed one of the tallest slaves by the hair, and gave her a quick hard shove to send her to the ground, creating space for the one who had spoken.<br><br>"The one who spoke, come forward, to the bars."
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