The Island
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				Title: <strong>The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 04:45:56</strong>
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				Kimmy stared out over the unending spread of the ocean in wonder.&nbsp; How far out were they?&nbsp; The helicopter had been traveling for almost an hour and a hallf now.&nbsp; She bit her lip and carefuly made sure her skirt was tucked lady like around her legs.&nbsp; She had to make a good first impression on her father's friend.&nbsp; Yesterday, her father pulled her out of school and told her that due to a family emergency she would be living with a very special friend of his.<br><br>However, her father failed to mention what the emergency was, who this friend was and why she never heard of him, or how long she was to stay?&nbsp; <br><br>Thankfully, it was close to summer vacation and school wouldn't be an issure months from now, so she got to start her summer vacation early this year.&nbsp; And this time on an exotic island!&nbsp; She imagine going swimming, exploring, and tanning on the beach.&nbsp; However, she had unnerving feeling that something wasn't right about this and she was unable to fully enjoy the trip.<br><br>The island showed up as a bright beacon on the sea ahead.&nbsp; The helicopter descended slowly and as they approach, she was able to make out rather large mansion with a helicopter landing pad on the roof!&nbsp; She held her breath as the pilot artfully landed the chopper with only a slight bump.&nbsp; She glanced out the window to see a tall, handsome man standing near the doorway leading into the building partnered by two women.&nbsp; <br><br>He was dressed in a nice expensive looking business suit while the women were dressed similiarly in tight jeans, form hugging sleeveless shirts, and chokers around their necks.&nbsp; Kimmy collected her suitcase, the only one her father allowed her to take, and stepped out as the pilot came around and unopened the door for her.&nbsp; The chopper blades were still twirling, whipping up air that stirred her hand and almost lifted up her skirt before the grown ups around her.&nbsp; <br><br>Her face flushed and she shoved her skirt down to her knees.&nbsp; She wore a snowy white summer dress with thin sandals.&nbsp; Her hair was chestnut brown and was mostly loose with two small pigtails tied up with small bows on either side of her head.&nbsp; She saw the man and the women approach and she frowned.&nbsp; The women were barefoot and the chokers were thick black leather collars around their neck.&nbsp; She bit her lip and decided not to mention it to him.&nbsp; <br><br>When he came close, she bowed her head and held out her hand.&nbsp; "Thank you for having me. . . ."&nbsp; She didn't know his name.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 06:44:32</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://deviantdreamers.com/download/nathan.jpg)</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Marcus sat at the desk in his office with a mischievous smirk etched securely on his face as he read over the girls file.&nbsp; It wasn't much, the girl's father hadn't been completely forth coming even though he had offered her up instead of his life work; his company.&nbsp; The girl's name was Kimmy, a cute innocent sounding name that the photographs he had been sent helped to verify.&nbsp; Much younger then he was, she was quite the prize truthfully.&nbsp; Maybe even more so then the man's company and assets would have been.<br><br>"Enter"&nbsp; Marcus spoke in a solid dominant tone at the sound of the soft rap at the office door.&nbsp; There was no hestiation from the individual on the other side, the door swung open slowly revealing a scantily clad young woman.&nbsp; Her attire was a purple and black striped bustier that had attacked black lace which flowed around the hips and ass like a short skirt.&nbsp; A simple black thong to conceal the rest of her body along with black heals to define her legs and posture.&nbsp; "Sir."&nbsp; The fair skinned black haired beauty paused waiting for permission to speak without letting her eyes drift from her master, not even to look at the pair of girls who knelt on either side of large desk that sat in the middle of the circular office.<br></td></tr></tbody></table><br>"Yes Erin?"&nbsp; Marcus spoke once more in that commanding tone.&nbsp; He loved his girls, all of them.&nbsp; They may belong to him and be punished and abused often but they were his and he adored every one of them.&nbsp; They were well taken care of, given whatever they needed or wanted when they were good.&nbsp; Everyone of them knew their place and he was looking forward to training a new toy.<br><br>"Sir."&nbsp; Erin spoke in a meek tone and bowed her head as she spoke.&nbsp; "The helicopter is approaching with the girl Sir."<br><br>"Thank you child."&nbsp; Marcus rolled back away from the desk and stood up, adjusting his suit as he did.&nbsp; The girls kneeling remained still and straight, their backs arched properly as he had painstaking trained them to do with arms behind their backs and chest out.&nbsp; Usually they would have been nude except for their collars or other jewelry that he wished for them to wear but today he allowed them clothes; a pair of tight fitting jeans and a plain white tank that still revealed their beautiful curves.&nbsp; <br><br>"Return to your room now and call for Rachel to come paddle your ass twenty times and then have her fuck you with a strap on until you can go no longer.&nbsp; I will watch the tape later child so it better be to my liking."&nbsp; He dismissed the girl with a wave of his hand then and she turned quickly to leave revealing much of her ass on the way out.<br><br>Marcus had camera's in every room of the house, well hidden and impossible to find unless you knew where they were.&nbsp; And often not just one per room but many to cover nearly every angle one could want too.&nbsp; The mansion was designed with his exotic tastes in mind and had many secrets that were easily hidden from public view.<br><br>"Rise and approach the door."&nbsp; He commanded his girls and waited for them to obey before he moved from behind the desk.&nbsp; When he approached them he reached out an arm and gave both girls a smack on their tight asses which signaled to them to move forward.&nbsp; "To the roof girls and I better see those hips swaying or it's 50 lashes apiece."&nbsp; <br><br>The girls lead and he followed, looking for any reason to punish the pair as they made their way through the mansion.<br><br>The trio arrived outside just as the helicopter landed and he had to adjust his suit more then one time.&nbsp; He was a tall man who overshadowed both the girls who stood just to either side of him.&nbsp; While their hair blew around covering their face at times unable to brush it away unless he allowed them to, his hair remained nearly still, it's short nature and style kept it from moving much.&nbsp; <br><br>Marcus watched with that same mischievous smile as before as the girl exited the helicopter with her one lone bag.&nbsp; She wouldn't need much here, anything he wanted her to wear he would buy for her but he allowed her father to let her bring one bag with her.&nbsp; Those pony tails were just to hot cute, she looked ever the school girl with her thin white dress.<br><br>"Welcome&nbsp; Kim."&nbsp; Marcus said as she held out her hand to him which he took gladly in his own.&nbsp; A strong hold he turned hers so the back faced up and he lifted it to his lips to kiss the back with a soft kiss that was a good deception to what he was thinking.&nbsp; "Oh it's my pleasure, your father was in a desperate bind and I was more then pleased to help him out."<br><br>Marcus let the girls hand slip away from his hold as he tilted his head down just slightly to watch her as she stood before him, he knew the story her father had told her and planned to play on it for a short while.&nbsp; Not that it was really false or anything, her family was in a bad position and she needed to come stay with him.&nbsp; If not they would be poor, living on the streets and she would probably have to whore herself out to survive.&nbsp; <br><br>"Marcus Adrell but you can call me Marc if it pleases you.&nbsp; Are you hungry?"&nbsp; Marc asked as he surveyed Kim casually.&nbsp; "We've got a wonderful room for you if you would rather rest after your long trip first."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 10:27:44</strong>
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				Kimmy felt a small blush come to her cheeks after he kissed her hand and kept her face shyly toward the ground.&nbsp; He wasa tall man and his figure practically imposed himself onto others.&nbsp; "I'm fine, sir.&nbsp; I already had lunch before I came."&nbsp; <br><br>She had been treated to a grand meal at a 5 star hotel she had stayed at last night.&nbsp; She was told that Marcus had footed the bill for her stay and she felt rather grateful.&nbsp; Her father could never afford such expenses so freely.&nbsp; She clutched the handle of her suitcase with both hands as it rested against her knees.&nbsp; She wanted very much to go inside and look around at her new home for "a while" as her father mentioned.<br><br>She stared at the two women.&nbsp; They stood like statues, arms behind their backs, their full breasts jutting out in front of them.&nbsp; Were they bodyguards?&nbsp; They were too slim to look like they were enforcers, most likely servants or something like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 03:08:14</strong>
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				Marcus could see the uneasiness in her as she clutched her bag.&nbsp; Not at all to be unexpected, being put in a new place as she had been.&nbsp; It was rather cute he thought.<br><br>"Well then let me show you around."&nbsp; Marcus flashed a smile before nodding to the two girls slightly.&nbsp; Jessica a busty young blond with long curly hair stood to his left and on his right was a short haired brunette named Candice.&nbsp; <br><br>"Kim these are two of my girls, Candice and Jessica.&nbsp; They're very friendly and will be more then happy to help you get adjusted to staying here.&nbsp; If you have any questions they'll be more then happy to help you.&nbsp; Why don't you let them take your bag for you.&nbsp; No sense walking around the entire grounds carrying it with you."<br><br>Both girls flashed Kim a genuinely pleasant smile and stepped forward extending their hands to greet the young girl, welcoming her to the Marcus' mansion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 03:16:30</strong>
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				Her bag was gently plucked from her hands and Jessica touched her shoulder.&nbsp; &nbsp;Kimmy shifted, for some reason feeling uncomfortable with this woman touching her.&nbsp; She was lead down the hall toward the open door and she peeked over her shoulder to see the chopper fire up and lift off the pad.<br><br>For a brief moment, she wanted nothing more than to be on the helicopter leaving this island. . . . <br><br>She turned her attention forwar as she was led down long stairway and into the mansion.&nbsp; She noticed that it was very clean and there were maids wearing actual French maid uniforms however the skirts were rather short and their tops hugged their torsos, encinuating their fine figures.<br><br>A small blush touched Kimmy's cheeks as she was lead down a long hall.&nbsp; Marcus spoke to her about the foundation, how long it too him to build it and why he had it designed like this.&nbsp; Kimmy tried to pay attention, however something would catch her eye and her mind would drift off.&nbsp; <br><br>She noticed that outside of his office (one of many he told her) that there set into the wall were rings with chain and shackles.&nbsp; She stared at this for a moment, before Jessica urged her on.&nbsp; She bit her lip and decided to ignore what she had seen. . . for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 04:28:43</strong>
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				Marcus watched her bite her lip with a bit of anxiety in her expression.&nbsp; He knew that she could see signs of his lifestyle.&nbsp; One she would learn to enjoy soon, the thought of beginning her training that very evening had him a bit excited.&nbsp; Such a young beautiful girl.<br><br>"The house is large, easy to get lost in."&nbsp; He commented as they approached the large kitchen and dining room&nbsp; Like most places there were metal rings in the dining room too, on the walls and even fastened into the tables for when a slave was to be hitched up and made to sit beside her master while she ate.<br><br>"Why don't I show you the kitchen, never know when a case of the munchies might strike."&nbsp; He motioned her into the dining room and waited for her to enter before following in behind.&nbsp; His eyes drifting down to watch her hips and backside with a grin.&nbsp; <br><br>Both Jessica and Candice paused at the door and stood&nbsp; in the entrance way as the pair entered further.&nbsp; The dining room was large with a long hard wood table carved ornately in the center with over twenty seats for guests.&nbsp; Two large throne like chairs sat at either end with rings of their own attacked to the wood in several places.&nbsp; &nbsp; The paintings on the wall of an erotic tone.&nbsp; The only other door besides the two large double doors the girls were standing in front of was the large steel doors that went to the kitchen.<br><br>"Everything alright?"&nbsp; Marcus could see the anxiety in her expression once more as she eyed the bondage rings.&nbsp; She was a bright girl and would puzzle it all out soon enough he was sure.&nbsp; And when she did the excitement would heat up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 04:52:41</strong>
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				Kimmy casted her eyes aside, her cheeks pink&nbsp; with embarassment at the erotic paintings lining the walls of the dining hall.&nbsp; She felt even more ill at ease and rather wished she was back home now.&nbsp; The excitment for the summer vacation was disappating and her face was set with anxiety.&nbsp; <br><br>Who exactly is this man her father sent her to?&nbsp; The chains, the women, and the sexual overtones.&nbsp; She wanted nothing more than to leave the island right away.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm tired. . . I think I need to go lie down now, Mr. Marcus."&nbsp; She whispered, her cheerful tone gone.&nbsp; Why did she suddenly feel vulnerable standing next to him.&nbsp; Perhaps she should call her father when she got to her room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 05:50:30</strong>
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				"Oh I agree Kimmy."&nbsp; Marcus said as a mischievous grin curled onto his lips as he watched her expression change form anxiety and confusion to near fear and concern.&nbsp; "You should lie down."&nbsp; <br><br>Marcus stepped forward slowly, forcing her to take a step back towards the large wood table if she didn't want to have her body against his.&nbsp; Each step brought her closer to the hard unforgiving table until her ass pushed up against the hard edge and she could back up no further.&nbsp; He had her pinned as his right hand reached out, the back of his finger brushing against her cheek.<br><br>"You're so adorable Kimmy, I'll enjoy playing with you immensely."&nbsp; His hand slid around behind her head and sank into her hair, gripping firmly he yanked it back sharply causing strain on her neck.&nbsp; "I want you up on the table child."&nbsp; He let her hair go and waited to see if she would comply.&nbsp; He didn't expect her to and that was fine.&nbsp; Punishment was always the best first lesson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 05:57:32</strong>
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				Icy, harsh fear gripped her heart.&nbsp; He wanted her up onto the table, but she was too scared to comply.&nbsp; Hhis touch was like a snake crawling across her skin.&nbsp; She flinched and whispered, "Mr. Marcus. . . I. . . I want to call my father."<br><br>Her eyes glanced for the women for help, but they stood by the doorway, arms crossed and their faces blank.&nbsp; They stood like frozen sentries, uncaring of what was happening before them.&nbsp; <br><br>She was trapped between the table and Marcus and no one was going to help her.&nbsp; Her heart sank as a sneaking revelation touched across her mind.&nbsp; Perhaps her father hadn't intended for her to enjoy her summer vacation here.&nbsp; She suddenly felt naked beneath the white summer dress.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 09:15:40</strong>
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				"Later child.&nbsp; Later."&nbsp; His voice rough, a harsh gravely tone that hinted at his impatience with her.&nbsp; His fingers gliding over the back of her head once more, a warning that he would wrap them around her hair once more and yank her head back if he must again.&nbsp; <br><br>"I want you on the table.&nbsp; Now get your cute little young ass up there so I can start inspecting my newest toy."&nbsp; Marcus let his eyes meet hers, locking on and staring intently.&nbsp; Challenging her to disobey.&nbsp; "Now up on the table or we'll move right to the punishments for disobeying your master."<br><br>The girls behind him cringed slightly at the thought of punishment, it was difficult enough for one to recieve his punishments but to watch others was just as hard, even if erotic and exciting.&nbsp; Kimmy's bag had been set down by now, resting by the door where the pair stood.&nbsp; They were there to assist in her training if it was needed.&nbsp; Intimidation knowing that they too had been broken as she would, another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 13:25:53</strong>
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				She wanted to say no, she wanted to make a run for it, but she knew that she was pinioned there between him and the table.&nbsp; But the authority in his voice was harsh and jagged as rocks.&nbsp; She found herself obeying.&nbsp; She turned and hoisted herself onto the table, giving him a beautiful view of her backside before she turned and sat on it with her legs dangling over the edge.<br><br>She stared down at her knees, her heart beating so hard she feared she woul have a stroke at 16.&nbsp; Did her father knew?&nbsp; No, he couldn't have known, he loved her.&nbsp; He told her he loved her before she boarded the plane.&nbsp; He wouldn't knowingly send her to a man that would hurt her or abused her.&nbsp; <br><br>This had to be some sort of joke, but the man's hands on her body did away with any hope she held.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 23:17:40</strong>
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				"Good girl."&nbsp; He said praising her as his legs went to her thighs, slowly and seductively they caressed her skin.&nbsp; Her face was at eye level now as she sat there in front of him and after sliding his gaze up her body he stopped and watched her face with amusement and curiosity.<br><br>His hands moved from her thighs then and gripped at the bottom of her dress and pushed it up as far as he could.&nbsp; "Lift up so we can get this off.&nbsp; Would hate to ruin such a pretty thing."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 00:13:43</strong>
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				Kimmy's arms shook as she raised her arms.&nbsp; The dress lifted off her slim body and Marcus set it aside and took in her body.&nbsp; She had a tiny waist with blossoming breasts which were perky beneath her white bra.&nbsp; Her panties were snowy white as well.<br><br>A tear rolled down her cheek and she glanced away toward the women.&nbsp; They both watched, interested and showing no sign of stepping in and stopping this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 00:27:04</strong>
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				"Now now, no reason to cry just yet."&nbsp; Reaching out he wiped away the tear that was streaking her cheek as she sat there in her undergarments.&nbsp; Once the tear was gone he moved to slide the tips of his fingers along her bare neck and throat until he then had his entire hand wrapped around the front of her throat as if he were going to strangle her.&nbsp; He didn't grip down though, his hand simply rested there around her neck.<br><br>"Candice, fetch me a collar for my toy here.&nbsp; A white one since she's such an innocent and pure creature."&nbsp; Marcus said in a low tone as he pulled his hand back from her throat with a grin.&nbsp; "And bring matching restraints."<br><br>"Yes sir."&nbsp; Candice spoke in a meek voice as she bowed her head and ducked out of the room.&nbsp; The door clicked shut when she was already half way down the hall.<br><br>"See how well they behave?"&nbsp; Marcus asked as he reached around behind Kimmy and unfastened her bra with a single hand.&nbsp; It fell forward but not off, the straps hanging loose on her shoulders just daring to fall the rest of the way.&nbsp; "Your turn.&nbsp; Remove your bra child and show me your tits.&nbsp; Cup them and hold them for me to inspect like a good little slave."<br><br>He waited for her to comply, his hands sliding down to her thighs once more and gripping them firmly under his strong hold.&nbsp; Standing there before her still in his suit, a sharp contrast to her sitting there in her underwear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 00:43:47</strong>
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				Kimmy shook her head.&nbsp; "Noooo. . . . please, I want to go home."<br><br>Another tear rolled down her cheek and then another.&nbsp; She had feared that he was going to strangle her when his hand was at her throat.&nbsp; The thougth of a collar terrified her.&nbsp; Was she to become another uncaring woman like the one who remained at the door.&nbsp; She struggled, trying to push Marcus away, but in doing so, her bra slipped down her arms to the bend of her elbows.&nbsp; She wailed, leaning back to catch it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 00:58:03</strong>
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				Her defiance angered him and when her bra fell away accidentally and she tried to replace it he lashed out.&nbsp; Grabbing the bra with his hand he yanked it back off her body harshly and threw it aside.<br><br>"Your father sent you to me knowing that you would be my toy child.&nbsp; He did it to save his company."&nbsp; Marcus reached for her wrists and pried her arms away from her chest that she was trying to cover and conceal.&nbsp; With a little struggle he finally pinned her arms at either side of her body.<br><br>"Who then wants you more?&nbsp; Your father or your new master?"&nbsp; Marcus asked as Candice reappeared with a small bag of items, the ones he had requested her to retrieve for him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 01:04:29</strong>
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				Kimmy shook her head, her loose hair whiling as she twisted it from side to side.&nbsp; "NO!!!&nbsp; You are lying!&nbsp; Daddy would never do that to me!!!&nbsp; He loves me!!!"<br><br>Yet, deep down in her heart, she knew it was the truth.&nbsp; Her father barely came home for Christmas or Birthdays.&nbsp; His company was his life, she had heard him say so many times whenever he was home.&nbsp; She shook with sobs that wracked her body as Candice approached them.&nbsp; The slave woman set the bag on the table within Marcus's reach, yet she opened it and held up a shiny white collar with a silver buckle on it.&nbsp; <br><br>The bag was open and Kimmy could glimspe inside.&nbsp; INside were white wrist and ankle cuffs each with a silver ring set into them and a variety of straps, buckles, and belts inside.&nbsp; She squealed in terror and twisted in Marcus's hands and attempted to kick him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 01:35:40</strong>
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				Marcus had to act fast to keep from taking the full blunt of her kick.&nbsp; Her attack enraged him even though it was to be expected when training a new toy.&nbsp; His grip on her wrists tightened and he pushed her arms harder into her own body as she began to struggle.&nbsp; <br><br>"He loves his money and company more.&nbsp; It was you or the company and he choose to give up his daughter."&nbsp; Marcus pulled his gaze from Kimmy long enough to turn and look at Candice with a slight nod of his head.&nbsp; Candice moved in closer to the two.<br><br>"Now I am going to let your hands go and you are going to wrap your collar around your very own throat for me to buckle into place.&nbsp; Disobey this time and I'm going to spank you while the girls hold you down."<br><br>Marcus slowly released her hands and took a step back from the girl, Candice remained standing there holding the white leather collar waiting for Kimmy to take it.
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				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 01:48:12</strong>
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				Kimmy whined, fear and defeat in her heart.&nbsp; She nodded, chewing on her bottom lip, tears slipping down her cheeks.&nbsp; He release her arms and waited.&nbsp; It was almost a full minute before she reached out and took the collar from Candice's hands.&nbsp; It felt heavy in her hands, but very soft to the touch.&nbsp; She placed it around her neck.<br><br>It felt very cool against her skin.&nbsp; Marcus stepped forward and buckled it.&nbsp; He slipped the leather through the silver buckle and pulled it tight.&nbsp; It fit snugly around her throat and to her horror it felt as if it was molded to her skin as if it was created just for her.&nbsp; She wailed as he pushed the thin rod through a hole and finished buckling it.&nbsp; It was as if someone had slammed a cage door on her.<br><br>She now belonged to Marcus.&nbsp; There was no going home for her.&nbsp; There was no father for her anymore.&nbsp; Just her Master now.&nbsp; <br><br>She covered her face with her hands and wept.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 02:01:35</strong>
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				"See that wasn't so bad."&nbsp; Marcus said with a tone of satisfaction as the rod slid into place and the collar was secured into place.&nbsp; Looping his finger around the ring that was attacked to the collar he gave it a slight tug when she covered her face with her hands.&nbsp; <br><br>"Uncover your face, if you are going to cry I want to watch.&nbsp; I want to see your fear and pain."&nbsp; Reaching out he grabbed her left wrist and tore it free of her face, there was a wrist restraint in his hand and he was wrapping it around her and pulling it tight as he fastened it into place much like the collar was.&nbsp; The leather pulled through the metal buckle and then the pin pushed through the hole that kept it tight around her delicate skin.<br><br>Marcus let her hand go once the wrist restraint was on and then reached for her other wrist.&nbsp; Repeating the same process as before he put the matching white cuff on her, securing it tight.<br><br>"Candice take care of her ankles for me."&nbsp; Marcus holding one wrist took the other before she had a chance to cover her face up again and held them both with the aid of the metal loops.&nbsp; Dropping to her knees next to Marcus Candice took both ankle cuffs and began working on the girls legs.&nbsp; With soft hands compared to their master she held the girls leg still as she wrapped each cuff around their respective ankles and fastening them into place.<br><br>When Candice rose Marcus released the girls hands and then stepped backwards.&nbsp; <br><br>"On your feet child."&nbsp; He motioned for her to come forward off the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 02:13:27</strong>
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				She couldn't resist them.&nbsp; For that moment, she had a hard time breathing and she was helpless as they placed the white restraints on her wrists and ankles.&nbsp; <br><br>She slipped off the table, wearing her sandals, white panties, the white restraints and collar.&nbsp; Marcus stared at her, scrutinizing her as if she was a newly bought horse and he was making sure he would get his money's worth.&nbsp; With a nod of approval, he stepped forward and snapped white leash to her collar.<br><br>She shrieked, and tried to pull away, but one yank on the collar nearly made her trip.&nbsp; She trembled, her hands on the collar to give herself slack.&nbsp; She noticed that both Candice and Jessica were watching her with a sense of pride as if she was performing a special trick for them and then she noticed that there was a hunger behind their eyes as she watch her shiver.<br><br>Marcus tugged the leash and she followed.&nbsp; Her face burning as she was taken from the dining room and own a long hall.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had expected a downstairs dungeon, but instead they went up a set of stairs at the end of the hall and down another set of halls.&nbsp; Then Marcus stopped at a door and opened it.&nbsp; Inside were things, of which she had no name for. <br><br>Devices, furniture, machines, and benches in odd shapes.&nbsp; She bit her lip as she took in an assortment of whips and adult toys mounted to a wall and she felt as if she would faint.<br><br>Jessica touched her shoulders and whispered with envy.&nbsp; "Your own play room."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 01:39:43</strong>
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				Marcus lead her to her new room and watched with amusement the expression on her face as she saw all the toys and devices that were in store for her.&nbsp; From the various whipping benches and posts to devious fucking machines meant to force orgasm after orgasm out of her cute little body and all the way up to hundreds of eye hooks and restraint devices meant for securing her in hundreds of different positions.<br><br>"Girls leave us.&nbsp; I plan to break my new toy in without distraction."&nbsp; Marcus turned to Jessica then and shook his head when he heard her whisper.&nbsp; Displeased that she would speak without permission and the fact that she would be jealous of his new toy made it all that much worse.<br><br>"Candice take Jessica back to my room and chain her to my wall.&nbsp; Gag her and leave her to hang there until I am ready to punish her for speaking out of turn."&nbsp; He knew that Jessica might defy him once by speaking out but she wouldn't do it again and she would go with Candice to be chained up and await his rough hand.<br><br>The pair left after Jessica bowed slightly, a 'sorry master' without speaking since she had not been given permission too.<br><br>Leaving the pair alone in the mainly white room another mirror and symbol of his pets pure and innocent nature that he would steal from her in the coming days and weeks.&nbsp; "Now child, you were bad.&nbsp; I expect immediate response when I tell you to do something."<br><br>He gave the girls leash a sharp tug and pulled her towards a wood table like bench that stood waist high for her, perfect for bending a disobedient slave over and spanking.&nbsp; The top was padded white leather and the bottom of the bench doubled as a small cage with metal bars.&nbsp; The room inside of it was small and would leave anyone placed inside it forced into a tight little ball for their stay.&nbsp; <br><br>"You will suffer my hand pet and you will learn to obey."&nbsp; He gave her another tug with the aid of the leash until she was standing right in front of the bench.&nbsp; His hand went out and he shoved at her back forcing her bent over the table.&nbsp; His hand stayed there against her back despite her attempts to wiggle free and quickly and easily he took one arm at a time and clicked the chains that hung from the table onto the loops of her wrist restraints.<br><br>When both were in place he moved behind her and slid his rough hand over her ass slowly, molesting that fine tight rear over the cloth of her panties she still had on.<br><br>He teased momentarily then slid his hand down her thighs and calves, dragging her panties with him.&nbsp; They slid off her legs easily and once they were free he was clicking the chains onto her ankle restraints, forcing her legs apart so they were lined up with the legs of the table.<br><br>"Kimmy dear, tell me.&nbsp; Are you a virgin?&nbsp; Your father believes so."&nbsp; He stood back up behind her and slipped out of his suit jacket.&nbsp; He set it on a nearby steal table meant for chaining women to and violating their beautiful bodies.&nbsp; His tie came off next, loosened first and then slid off and tossed too to the table.&nbsp; Next went the top two buttons of his shirt, it was left to hang partially open as he brought his hand back to the toys ass once more where he caressed her warm skin seductively.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 03:39:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kimmy sobbed into the wood, her tears forming a tiny puddle beneath her nose.&nbsp; She could barely answer his question, "Y. . . y-yes, I am."<br><br>She heard him undressing and her heart flopped against her chest.&nbsp; She renewed her struggles to get free, crying out that he would be arrested for rape and that her father would come for her, though she knew that these were empty threats and promises.&nbsp; <br><br>She could hear him walking around her, his hand ocassionally touching her.&nbsp; Pinching her ass cheek, running a finger along her spine, tugging her ear, then tickling her ribs.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 04:00:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh that will be fun then to steal from you."&nbsp; Reaching out he sank his hands into her hair as she stood there bent over the table strapped into place firmly.&nbsp; There was more table beyond were her head rested which her arms rested on as they were stretched out.&nbsp; One could lay on the table comfortable without feet hanging off so she only took up the lower half now bent over as she was.<br><br>"Nothing quite like taking a toy's virginity.&nbsp; One so pure as you too."&nbsp; He pulled back on her head with the tight hold he head, making her neck strain and the muscles in her shoulders and chest ache from the force he held her head back with.&nbsp; "Angel.&nbsp; That's what I shall call you.&nbsp; Pure and innocent like an angel.&nbsp; I think I will have wings made for you too to amuse me." <br><br>"And no child I won't be arrested for using your pretty little body.&nbsp; Here on my island you are at my mercy.&nbsp; You are here to please me for as long as I enjoy you."<br><br>Marc shoved her head back down and slid his fingers down her spine all the way to the small of her back and then further along the crack of her ass.&nbsp; His finger poked at her tight little ass, testing the firm hole.&nbsp; He grabbed both cheeks of her ass then and spread them, revealing her anus to the world as he inspected her goods.<br><br>"A glass butt plug would look great shoved up in there."&nbsp; He let her cheeks fall back into place and then brought his hand down on her ass with a sharp smack that stung.&nbsp; A nice red hand print was left behind.&nbsp; <br><br>He continued her punishment, spanking her ass repeatedly with strong sharp spanks of his hand.&nbsp; He reddened both cheeks and watched as her body writhed and squirmed under his hand after each strike and the sound of her sobbing filled the otherwise silent room.<br><br>"Get used to my hand Angel you will feel it on your ass a lot.&nbsp; I love to punish and find every and any reason to spank my toys."&nbsp; He gave her ass one last smack and then walked away from her and into view finally as he moved over to one of the white shelves he had made.&nbsp; On it sat dozens of different anal toys meant for her and her alone.&nbsp; He pulled a small glass one from the shelf and a medium one too along with a cleaning kit that would clean her right out without much mess.<br><br>He returned to her and set the glass items on the table before turning his attention to her ass once again.&nbsp; Taking a small silver plug with a hole in it he pushed the plastic tube into the nozzle on the butt plug and then took the syringe of cleaning solution out of it's package.&nbsp; Marc spread her cheeks apart and worked the thin plug into her ass by poking at the anus first after coating both with lube.&nbsp; He pushed it in slowly letting her get used to the cold metal before each inch before she had the thing fully in her.&nbsp; It didn't stretch her as wide as the toys would that sat next to her but it would work for cleaning her out.&nbsp; He kicked the pan that was part of the cleaning kit and put it under her, between her legs.&nbsp; The solution in the syringe was then put to the tub and squirted in, slowly it leaked into her ass, filling her up slowly but fully where it remained just long enough to do it's magic.<br><br>The tube was then turned down to the pan and she was emptied out and left clean for whatever he might wish to do to that ass.<br><br>He plucked the cleaning plug from her and put it aside and picked up the small glass one to start.&nbsp; "Ready to feel your ass stretched Angel?&nbsp; Once your nice and wide I think I'll take the paddle to your ass."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Island</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aragem</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 04:49:51</strong>
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				Poor Kimmy, now Angel, whimpered as she given an enema.&nbsp; She felt the cold liquid inside her, almost stretching her.&nbsp; She expelled it, with a humiliating whimper and she felt her ass patted as if she had done a good job.&nbsp; She sobbed and could hear him disposing of her leavings and returning, pulling out the glass plug.&nbsp; <br><br>She barely heard his words and then a second, larger plug was pushed inside her.&nbsp; She tightened, trying to resist it, but resisting it hurt as he forced it inside her.&nbsp; She wailed as he twisted it, lifting it and push it down inside her.&nbsp; She wriggled in her bodys, fresh tears streaking her face as he worked it inside her.&nbsp; <br><br>Then he pulled it out.&nbsp; Before she could relax, a larger one was pushed inside of her.&nbsp; She wailed as the process was repeated again. . . .then again. . . .then again.&nbsp; Each time, it was a larger one than the one before.<br><br>By the fifth one, which was as thick as a pipe, she had learned not to resist, but to relax her body and accept it inside of her.&nbsp; She moaned as he worked the largest one inside of her and met little resistance.
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