One Hell of an Education (Sarcyn and TianaWayne)
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				Title: <strong>One Hell of an Education (Sarcyn and TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 00:31:25</strong>
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				The sense of excitement in the room was palpable as was the thick smell of lust. William walked amongst the gathering crowd with a small smile, a little surprised at the variety of potential buyers that seemed to have assembled. Normally at these events it was pretty easy to predict who was going to attend. You’d have your mid-life crisis guys who told themselves this stuff was all just a phase and they were only here out of curiosity. Then you had your career Doms who were mostly bored with their current stock of subs. Throw in the odd Mistress and the occasional bemused and astonished bystander and you had your auction room. But tonight there was a range of ages represented, from young-looking girls gathered in a giggling gaggle at the front to an old guy who looked like he was one good fuck away from popping his clogs. As Will took his seat he smiled at the pretty Dominatrix sat beside him, offering a polite nod.<br><br>The auctioneer cleared his throat and asked for the remaining stragglers to take their seats as he moved to his pedestal and flicked open the book of lots. Tapping the mic twice to check it was working he announced the first lot as a blindfolded and gagged naked young girl, maybe 18, was led out in front of the crowd. Hushed silence greeted her. The bidding started at ten grand and this particular specimen eventually sold for seventy. Will hadn’t raised his hand once, he liked them young but not borderline illegal. That’d be too much of a risk with his job at the University of California: Los Angeles. The next few bids went down a similar line, the woman next to him was outbid for a young male slave and cursed her luck, scowling over in the direction of the older man who had won the auction. Still the Professor waited. He knew what he was looking for and so far nothing had fit the bill.<br><br>“Next up we have an rare treat. She’s a ripe 19 year old and I think you’ll agree ladies and gentlemen that this one is an exotic treat. And to top it off she is pure as the driven snow. That’s right, folks. Our first virgin of the night! Let us start the bidding at one hundred thousand dollars.” <br><br>Now this was more like it. Will knew the instant she stepped out from behind the curtain, her cuffed hands being held tight by the guard that he would pay any price to make her his own. To top it all, he recognised her from one of his sociology classes - that’s open up a whole realm of possibilities and he could barely contain his excitement. The bidding was fast and furious and soon the price was up above half a million dollars. Getting the chance to deflower such an exotic princess was not a common commodity to be traded lightly. For what was the not the first time Will silently thanked his multi-millionaire Uncle who had passed on some years ago, leaving the bulk of his fortune to the only nephew he was proud of. The source of that pride eluded most of the family, but Will had no doubt that Uncle Jack had been grateful for the stream of young girls he’d been more than willing to share over the many summers the two spent in Malibu. <br>Having waited to see how hotly her virginity would be contested Will cleared his throat and raised the small numbered bid card. “1.5 million dollars.” He said clearly, his deep voice carrying the short distance with ease. There was a collective intake of breath from everyone in the room and several people turned to stare at this new bidder. He simply looked at the girl, ignoring the admiring and baleful glances in equal measure. The auctioneer stuttered a little and then looked around the room.<br><br>“Erm, any advance on 1.5 million? Do I hear 1.6? No? Going once, going twice, sold! To bidder number 87. Moving on.” Will rose from his seat and left the back entrance, his business concluded. He spoke briefly with the auction house administrator, arranging for the funds to be transferred from his bank in Zurich and then made his way swiftly to the collection room. She was already waiting for him there, with her escort. He nodded at the man and stepped closer to inspect his new merchandise. Yes, she would do very nicely. He placed his palm on her cheek and then ran a finger down to her chin, tilting her head up a little as he inspected the gag and blindfold, making sure they were in place and sufficiently tight. “Leave her bound.” He spoke over her shoulder to the representative from the auction house. “I’ll sort her restraints when I get her home.” He wondered for a second if she’d recognise his voice from lectures. It didn’t matter right now. <br><br>He took one of her bound arms and led her towards his car, placing her in the passenger seat and strapping her in before getting in himself and driving her through the quiet night streets towards his modest town house. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Hell of an Education (Sarcyn and TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 02:20:16</strong>
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				<strong><br>Name: Mirari Chavez</strong><br><strong>Age: </strong>19<br><strong>F</strong><br><strong><br>Height: </strong>5' 5"<br><strong>Weight: </strong>107 lbs. <br><strong>Measurements: </strong>34 C 25 38<br><strong>Hair:</strong> Mid waist black with a slight wave to it, bangs that sit just above her eyebrows<br><strong>Eyes: </strong>dark coffee brown<br><strong><br>History: </strong>When she was 14 her parents and her Porto Alegre for the States, dramatically changing the young woman's life. Even at 14, she was also blooming as only Brazilians could. She wouldn't fully mature though until she is twenty. While she has had trouble adjusting to the cultural traits and especially food of the States, she has fallen in love with many other traits, finding it hard to stay true to her personal thoughts in the U.S. She started hanging around bad groups of kids, but didn't realize how much of a outside she still was when they left her for dead to run when a few mafia members after one of the other kids parents try and capture them. While she is the only one captured, it is less than 18 hours before she is sold in a city underground black market action as a "exotic virgin delicacy". <br><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c5/Paulinajames-xrco2007.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Hell of an Education (Sarcyn and TianaWayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 05:12:18</strong>
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				Mirari came to the United States when she was 14 from Brazil with her parents. While the beauty sensationalism of the States had it's allure, the already physically began to develop. And while she was a sweet girl, she could be very gullible. That's why now as a young woman of 19 she found herself hanging around kids who them and their parents weren't always involved in the best affairs. <br><br>That is how she was found and taken for the auction. She had been on a three day retreat in the city with five of her friends, but when she followed them out into a shady part of town, they found out just how bad in dealings these kids and their parents had gotten. They were attacked, kidnapped for ransom money that was owed to the hangs by the parents. Mirari the least street savey of the group of kids, was the only one captured when the thugs attacked. Quickly drugged, stripped and checked out when they realized it wasn't the kid they actually wanted. They didn't care if it wasn't their kid till they realized that she was a virgin that they were about to take their fun with....there was much more money to be won than even they knew...but they did know where to sell her, and in less than twelve hours Mirari was gagged with a small round gag, bound in chains, shivering from her humiliating nakedness, crying behind her blind fold as she twisted her head back and forth, long black hair swaying like a thick curtain. <br><br>Mirari was terrified, her feet registering cold wooden floors, her mind hearing the sounds of the bidding for other before she was put into the spot light herself. She felt the thickness in the air from smoke, and smelled alcohol from the guard holding her tightly when she tried to struggle....than she heard her own selling, and she got louder, more spirited while bidding got higher and higher till the numbers stunned her into compliance.....than there was the voice...the one that stopped it all...and that one that tinged on her senses of memory. She couldn't explain...she was so unsure still but before she could search for more of this tell tale voice she was being pulled away wards her new terrifying situation...<br><br><br><br><br>Mirari stood still shivering in her veins, her other senses on over load with the blind fold on. Light beads of sweat tried to hold her black bang against her forehead as her breasts heaved up and down over and over in scared excitement. Than the voice was back....she twisted and struggled in her excitement, trying to talk into the gag for the voice to continue. She knew she knew it now, she was still struggling to place it....and once more words shocked her. "Ohmmm? Ohhmmmm! Nooovv!" She screamed into her gag fighting all the way into the car, fighting as she felt the hands strapping her naked body into the car. "Noovv!" She kept on screaming during half of the car ride. Struggling while her sense of smell jumped into over drive to make her aware of...well he smelled good. Really good, which surprised her. That was at least some comfort right? If she committed herself to her current situation, than at least when she closed her eyes the person her bought her had a appealing trait. But, what did he look like? It was a he from his voice, who did that voice belong to was one of her top two questions at the moment.<br><br>&nbsp;She finally became silent. Not a easy task to do when your being whisked away against your will. It wasn't till they stopped in front of the house when no longer did she feel the moving of a car beneath her that she woke again in her struggle, gasping and verbally saying anything and everything, begging for it to be understood among the gag. The most significant one was...."Novvv plevvee ohlvp!" Would he take mercy on her? Free her now? Or was she destined for some kind of disgusting servant/slave life now? Her questions plagued he and made he scream louder, fighting against her bindings again. 
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