The new slave (Merry & TheLegionary)
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				Title: <strong>The new slave (Merry &amp; TheLegionary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 02:26:59</strong>
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				(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2399/1809234322_f2c4d4f647.jpg)<br><br>She hurried about the manor, her bare feet scurrying along the stone corridors.&nbsp; She went about her many tasks as quickly as she could. Every candle had to be lit, every pillow had to be fluffed, every dish had to be perfect.&nbsp; It all had to be just right. If it was within her power, it would be.&nbsp; She had long overslept this day and was now in an almost state of mild panic to prepare everything for his return. The staff hadn't woken her up today, which was odd.&nbsp; Usually she was shaken awake each morning by the older woman that makes up the beds.&nbsp; Instead she had just woken on her own, and begun her chores.<br><br>Last night had been a festival of sorts, dancing and musicians and large amounts of drinking and merriment.&nbsp; The manor had been filled to capacity, and everyone had been busy to ensure that the guests of the Lord of the manor had been happy and comfortable.&nbsp; Nothing would be denied guests of the manor.&nbsp; The lord insisted on it, or so she had been told.&nbsp; The sun was almost back in the sky before the last guest left.&nbsp; Collapsing into her small cot, exhausted she had almost slept the day away. <br><br>Pulling her hair back into a quick pony tail, trying to tame the little wisps of hair away, to make it appear neater. Even in a clasp behind her neck her chestnut hair hung past her shoulders.&nbsp; Dressing quickly in a red colored dress, tying a small belt around her waist, she reflected on how her life had taken such a dramatic turn to bring her here to this place.<br><br>She was one of several lady’s in waiting one of the governor’s daughters for her small town.&nbsp; It as a position that should have been full of parties and fun, dancing and enjoyment. It was seen as a great honor to be chosen as one of the lady’s.&nbsp; It was said that only the prettiest girls were chosen to attend to the daughter.<br><br>&nbsp;Instead it was horrible.&nbsp; The daughter was a horrifying girl.&nbsp; Filled with hate and jealously.&nbsp; She refused to let any of the girls attending her accompany her to anything fun. She was convinced that they would steal all the handsome men away from her.&nbsp; The only exception being when the girl’s father would attend.&nbsp; He would insist that they all participate as a show to his level of importance, that his daughter was attended by such groups of lovely young ladies.&nbsp; After one of the parties in which she, Merry had been forced to attend and a young handsome man had asked for her to dance with him.&nbsp; It was wonderful, dancing and laughing with the dashing young man.&nbsp; It was not lost on the daughter how much fun she had, had that evening.&nbsp; The daughter had been so jealous that in a fit of rage during the carriage ride home she had tossed her out in the middle of the woods.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving her alone and afraid to fend for herself. <br><br>Following the road that they had been traveling on, convinced that she was now a disgrace to her family she had barely moved out of the way when a rider came by in the darkness.&nbsp; Almost running her down in the road. Scooping her up he told her she could stay in his house, as long as she was willing to work and earn her keep.&nbsp; Grateful for the chance to not have to go back to her family in disgrace, she quickly agreed.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had deposited her in the kitchens of the large manor almost two weeks ago, telling the staff to give her things to do and make sure she had what she needed to be a contributing member of the house.<br><br>She had been fitted for a collar, the next day and had been busy ever since.&nbsp; Her days had been filled with cleaning and cooking and helping the elder staff take care of the large manor.&nbsp; Rooms and rooms filled with no one.&nbsp; She had hardly seen the man that had rescued her that night on the road.&nbsp; Grateful for the chance not to return to her small village in disgrace.<br><br>Last night had been the exception.&nbsp; She had felt his eyes on her more than once during the celebration.&nbsp; Quickly looking in his direction, and the just as quickly looking away.&nbsp; She had almost convinced herself that she had done something wrong, for his attention to be focused on her so.<br><br>Shaking her head, clearing her thoughts she started to race back to her post, only to realize she had left her collar on her cot. Quickly grabbing it, she slipped it on and raced to the door hoping she made it in time before he returned. They had been instructed to stand by the door at this time to wait for his arrival.&nbsp; Hoping she wasn’t late she raced down the hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new slave (Merry &amp; TheLegionary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 23:40:03</strong>
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				It was dark, it was cold, it was gloomy. The day she was found in the road, roaming without a destination, looking like a beggar, Tulius simply did not pay attention to her beauty. A beggar was not the kind of girl he was used to - not at least, the kind of beauty he normally would associate with a beggar. All he was worried about was to find out someone to replace the last female servant who had scaped from his large manor - gossip was not allowed in Tulius' properties and violators were harshly punished. Even so, some would dare say it was how the lord had treated the beautiful 18 year old cook that drove her away - everything was too vague and no one knew exactly why she scaped. Some days later, she was found and Tulius sentenced her to death. The executioner implemented his orders immediately. From that day on, no one dared to mention her name - whistleblowers were highly appreciated by Tulius.<br><br>As time passed, the tall man, blonde began to notice the stranger in the kitchen cooking his meals, in the corridors cleaning the curtains, in the varandas sweeping the floor, in the lake washing his clothes. His eyes were subtle, so that she would not suspect his intentions or his lust. Eyeing with the corner of the eyes was his way of admiring her beauty and at the same time, of showing how irrelevant she was for him. After all, Tulius could have anyone within the limits of his state and the stranger, of course, was within the limits. After several days, he simply did not know her name.<br><br>As a warrior, Tulius was not very fond of the peasants' traditions. However, that party in Summer would give him a great opportunity to approach his newly collared female slave. As the harvest was approaching, it was time to celebrate. The almost ceremonial party would provide him with the perfect excuse to analyse the slave better, her attitude, her behaviour, her education. Actually, Tulius did not care about these feature in her slave.&nbsp; What he cared about was how to control her later. For this reason, knowing as much about the girl was recommendable.<br><br>Then the special night arrived. <br><br>Tulius did not get involved in the preparation. Nevertheless, before the beginning of the party, he inspected everything carefully, just to see the role assigned to the stranger during the celebration. By that time, the lord said nothing about his plans. The stranger would be serving food to him. Nothing could be more convenient. During the celebration, she approached him humbly - Tulius grabbed her left armwrist and muttered. "In my chambers within 20 minutes".<br><br>20 minutes passed and Tulius continued in the hall. 1 hours, 2 hours. Were the female slave a good one, she would be seating in his chamber quietly. The mere thought of her submission pleased him a lot.<br><br><div align="center">*** ***</div><br>Tulius knew nothing about that female and he did not care at all... all he knew was that she would please him that night. His meticulous observation were over. It was time for the stranger to feel his power, his naked power.<br><br>"Tell me your name, girl", the landlord entered calmly the room wearing a white tunic and, maybe she could see, a leather brief underneath. As he used the another entrance, not the main one, the stranger was forced to&nbsp; turn her body to spot the master. His body seemed taller and stronger than normally and the white tunic emphasised his perfect shape.&nbsp; No fat, just muscles and bones, In his left hand, he was holding a leash and a chastity belt. An omen of what was to come?<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.crestock.com/images/110000-119999/114432-xs.jpg)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new slave (Merry &amp; TheLegionary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 04:10:39</strong>
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				She slipped in the large chamber room quietly.&nbsp; Closing the door softly behind her. Her head bowed in respect, casting quick glances up with her eyes only. Her soft brown hair partially covering her face.&nbsp; Clasping her fingers together in front of her she stood by the entrance to the large room.&nbsp; He wasn't there yet.&nbsp; Breathing a small sigh of almost relief, she took a tentative step in.&nbsp; Not sure what to do.&nbsp; Should she wait there? Should she sit down? She decided to stay close to the door, incase there was some mistake.&nbsp; <br><br>She had been attending to the guests as instructed by the elder slaves and had been quite shocked when he grabbed her arm.&nbsp; He hadn't so much as said anything to her before. Now that she was here, waiting for his presence she was curious as to what he wanted. Trying not to fidget as she stood there, she couldn't help but wonder what she had done to be called before him.<br><br>She curiously glanced about the large room.&nbsp; Taking it all in. The large fireplace, crackling and roaring along the far wall. Creating a nice warmth in the stony castle room. The floor covered in large furry rugs no doubt from numerous hunting raids and parties from the castle lord.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"<em>Tell me your name, girl</em>", She jumped in surprise when he entered the room from another doorway hidden along the side wall.&nbsp; Lowering her eyes to the stone floor, "Melanthia, sire" she stammered, "You requested my presence" she finished, standing quietly she waited to see what he desired of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new slave (Merry &amp; TheLegionary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 02:34:00</strong>
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				Tulius walked closer to Melanthia after she told him her name. Although he was not wearing any shoes, his steps echoed in the empty room. His eyes gazed the female turning to him, twisting her body. How could he have lost so much time? She was gorgeous! Quite a different from the last slave, she was very gorgeous indeed. <br><br>When he reached her, Tulius handcupped her jaw and forced her to open her mouth and show her teeth. He wanted to be kind but his natural way was rude. At least, when he was in that hall. That dark hall where many screams were heard. However, something made his change his initial plans. The girl was a rare case of beautiful teeth. Normally, pretty teeth come together ugly ladies and gorgeous ladies come together disgusting teeth. Analysing the teeth was a good way to evaluate the quality of the merchandise and based on what he saw, Tulius smiled quite enthusiastically. Yes, Melanthia was a first-class good! He was lucky! and so was Melanthia: she will deserve a corresponding treatment from her new master.<br><br>"I see Melanthia that you have nice white teeth. It does not spoil your beauty indeed", he said before rudely releasing her and walking slowly towards a divan in one of the sides of the hall.<br><br>Reaching the red divan, he laid on it, revealing more provocative details of his body for the girl - his body was so large that there was no room left for Melanthia. The girl would have to stay on the floor. <br><br>"Come here, Melanthia. I want to know whether you can serve me tonight", he said and sniggered.
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				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 00:04:08</strong>
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				She trembled when his large hand cupped her chin, peering into her mouth.&nbsp; His sheer size quite imposing when compared to her slender frame.&nbsp; She was trying not to drop to the floor in relief when he released her, she staggered back a little at his abrupt turn.&nbsp; She quickly composed herself as he walked away.&nbsp; Confused about his peering into her mouth.&nbsp; <em>perhaps that is how he judges his servants</em> she thought to herself wondering if all men did such a thing. <br><br>She kept her eyes to the ground when he lay on the divan, and then when he lay back.&nbsp; Trying not to look at him, not wanting to appear rude.&nbsp; Her heart began racing when he called her to come to him.&nbsp; Lifting her head briefly, she walked quickly to him, bowing low beside the couch, her eyes once again glued to the floor.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Yes, lord" she replied softly, unsure and a little confused of what he meant by serve him. "What do you want for lord" she said softly. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 03:57:18</strong>
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				Melanthia's prompt reactions suggested him that the girl would be a good slave. Her eyes were always looking at the floor as if she already understood her inferior place in the room. But there was more. Lovely hands which were capable of caressing and soothing his body. In spite of the domestic work, her hands were still soft. The young slave would do well in his service. Her body was still growing mature, but even so, she was sexy. His eyes now were devouring the girl next to her. It was time to evaluate his property.<br><br>"Stand up and strip", he commanded. His eyes would like to see what was below all those cloths. <br><br>After she was done, his eyes stared carefully every inch of her body. His property was definitively first class, much better than the first three harlots. However, one thing was intriguing the lord. Depending on her answer, everything could be different.<br><br>"Tell me, Melanthia. Have you already slept with a man?", he gazed her eyes deeply trying to see deep in her soul. The way Tulius would treat her depended on her answer.
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				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 01:06:36</strong>
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				She heard him, and froze in terror.&nbsp; It was as if she had been doused with cold water.&nbsp; The shock that ran through her blood at his request to remove her clothing.&nbsp; She knew she had to do as she had been told, there was no question. He was the lord of the manor, he was to be obeyed.&nbsp; The consequences were to be turned out into the street, with nothing, something she was not willing to risk.&nbsp; She had no where to go, nothing to go to if she left this manor.<br><br>Before her trembling fingers could even move to start doing ask he asked, she heard his next question <em>"Tell me, Melanthia. Have you already slept with a man?" </em> her head quickly snapped up, her eyes locked onto his before she could stop herself.&nbsp; She could see the lust the desire that they held, and that he didn’t try to hide in their depths.&nbsp; It made her face flush with heat at his suggestion, his question.<br><br>She quickly looked back down at the stone floor, not trusting herself to speak in response to his question.&nbsp; She just hastily shook her head, side to side, indicating no.&nbsp; &nbsp;Keeping her eyes glued to the floor once more, unable to meet his gaze.&nbsp; <br><br>She had seen the way men glanced at her, had heard their comments in her direction.&nbsp; She had always pushed those thoughts away, not really dwelling on them.&nbsp; She didn’t understand them, didn’t realize what they wanted from her.&nbsp; Standing there waiting, she stood stock still, unable to breath, terrified of what he wanted, feeling his eyes drilling holes into her bare skin. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 00:20:05</strong>
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				Tulius smiled as Melanthia replied negatively. She was a virgin, an unexpected thing for a female servant, used to fuck other male servants. Had she looked as his face, maybe she would have inferred other things, quite differently from the ones she had from the other male eyes. The unusual situation caused him surprised and for a moment, hesitation. She was his property, no doubt about it. He had the right to use her as he wished, no doubt about it. The point was how to use her.<br><br>Melanthia was beginning to strip and suddenly, felt his strong hands around her waist. A confident grip. His hands began to turn Melanthia, so that both faces were now facing each other. His right hand touch her chin and raised it, so that her eyes could meet his. An ice-cutting look. He was so close that Melanthia could feel his breath. "Do not strip", he whispered in her left ear. Slowly, his nose was toying with her long hair at the same time his hands were slidding down towards her buttcheeks. "You deserve more tonight!"
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				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 00:55:13</strong>
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				She was confused when she felt his hand on her waist.&nbsp; Instantly nervous, thinking he was about to beat, or hurt her for being slow.&nbsp; She was trying to comply with his wishes.&nbsp; His strong hand on her chin caused great distress at first, but she wouldn't pull away.&nbsp; In her experience it would be worse if she did so.&nbsp; <br><br>She met his eyes, hesitantly at first.&nbsp; Then when she was sure he wanted her to look at him, she met his gaze with her own.&nbsp; Her deep sea green eyes, meeting his, refusing to look away.&nbsp; Her lashes fluttering in rapid nervous response to this bold behavior.&nbsp; His strong hand on her chin refused to let her lower her face from his.&nbsp; here eyes reflecting the puzzled way she was feeling at his actions.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>When he whispered in her ear, she held her breath, nervously.&nbsp; "Yes... lord" she stammered in response, unable to move, unsure of what to do.&nbsp; She froze feeling his hands running down her body, "I deserve only what you wish for me to have, Lord." she whispered back softly, wondering what he meant to do with her.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 20:38:22</strong>
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				Tulius groped her butts gentally and dragged her closer to the divan. His manly grip conveyed more than simple lust in the touch. At least, the lord tried to show some care, some concern, even some tenderness. When the girl began to seat, Tulius leaned forward, so that his cheek would touch her right bare arm - one small moment of lust&nbsp; in his tenderness towards the virgin. Of course, it was not that plain and smooth, since he was the lord and Melanthia was the slave - there was a power gap between Tulius and Melanthia. But the lord was trying. <br><br>When Melanthia sat next to him, Tulius looked at her with a tender smile and used his hands to brush to the side her hair falling on her forehead. He did not want to play games with that girl. Or would it be a good idea? Could she misread the foreplay and get anxious? At least, for now, Tulius would behave. Tulius stood up in front of her and kneeled, laying his hands on her hips, and then started to caress them. <br><br>"Tell me, what brought you to my state, Melanthia? A heartless father? A criminal? Why did I find you that day?", Tulius questioned while his hands continued to roam over her lovely legs.
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				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 18:40:02</strong>
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				Melanthia couldn't help but tremble at his touch against her skin.&nbsp; There were a multitude of feelings and thoughts rushing through her mind as he pulled her to the divan.&nbsp; His cheek against her arm felt rough and scratchy, but helped her focus.&nbsp; His hands against her hips and moving her hair were another thing altogether.&nbsp; They were causing her breath to catch in her throat. <br><br>She looked at him incredulous when he knelt before her.&nbsp; A lord, kneeling to a slave? His hands against her skin, being so gentle was making her heart flutter in her chest.&nbsp; His questions brought her out of her silent state, "I was cast aside by the governors daughter, I was a lady in waiting to her and she was displeased with me" she stammered, her eyes cast aside in shame, her cheeks reddened against what she felt would surely be his distaste at her failure.&nbsp; Clasping her hands in her lap "I couldn't return to my family in disgrace, it would have crushed my father" she said softly, surprised at how much it still bothered her the memory of that night on the road.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you had not taken me in Lord, I don't know what would have happened to me, I am most grateful for your kindness" she continued glancing at him, hoping he would see the truth in her eyes. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 18:52:31</strong>
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				Tulius knew exactly what Melanthia meant: the governors’ daughter was a stubborn girl, who had already crossed his way in other occasions. Were Tulius not, the girl could have done the same as she did to Melanthia. As his slave told her story, his eyelids closed and he breathed deep, as if trying to hide his anger. One more time, Kriss had turned a life into disgrace.&nbsp; Not that Tulius cared about Melanthia in a lovely way – he was still rather confused in relation to what he felt about the slave. She was gorgeous, but from there to giving her freedom, no matter how unfair her slave condition could be, was a far cry. He swallowed the anger and decided not to open this side to Melanthia. Instead, he continued his gentlemanly behavior.<br>“I think I understand what you have gone through. Injustice is a plague nowadays”, he said holding her both hands, still kneeling. In that moment, he wanted to gain her heart, no matter what her feelings for her were. A tender kiss in the back of her right hand. His eyes closed smelled the delicious fragrance she was wearing.<br>“What would you like to do tonight?”, Tulius asked her while opening his eyes and gazing hers. He wanted to see the surprise in her face.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 02:15:07</strong>
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				She was quite surprised by his question.&nbsp; "What would I like to do, Lord?" she stammered, her face reflecting her sudden shock, quickly glancing at his strong features. Her hand tingling from where his lips were just pressed, trying not to tremble.&nbsp; He was very handsome, and very strong.&nbsp; Her hands felt small and fragile when grasped by his.&nbsp; Her eyes lingered on his broad shoulders, seeing the muscles and the toned skin. It caused her breath to catch in her throat, just looking at him. <br><br>"I do not understand what you mean?" she replied softly.&nbsp; "I am supposed to be here to serve you Lord" casting her eyes slowly aside, unable to meet his any more, for fear that he would see her confusion and become angry with her stupidity.&nbsp; Her cheeks flushing to a bright pink color.&nbsp; Trying to clear her confused thoughts, to try and understand what he wanted of her.&nbsp; He was behaving so kindly towards her, he seem to understand her plight with the governor's daughter.&nbsp; "I am <em>your </em>servant Lord.&nbsp; What do you wish of me" her voice barely above a whisper hoping only to please him.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 18:02:30</strong>
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				Melanthia's lord wanted to make the way she wanted: Tulius would take the lead and treat her as good (or bad) as any other slave had been treated. Slavery had that effect on the weak minds - the person simply loses the will, forgets she can make decisions, makes the person to believe unable to take the simplest decisions, even if those decisions are meant to protect himself or herself.<br><br>For Melanthia' sake, something unexplainable had touched Tulius that night. The man stood up and grabbed her waist, used one arm to support her back and the other the back of her knees, raising her from the divan. His strong arms were carrying her safely to his large bed. The slave could feel the warmth of Tulius' breath as her head was close to his, his eyes once more were locked in hers. How much the eyes can speak about a person' soul! Tulius felt fear in Melanthia and that was not something good for a special night - he had to change her attitude, at least that night.<br><br>Tulius laid her on the bed and laid next to her, facing her, just as Melanthia was facing him. With the left hand, the man brushed her hair and touched tenderly the left side of her face skin in the cheeks, in the ears, in her neck. He wanted to make her hair stand up, to make Melanthia feel more relaxed, to break the tension he could feel in her muscles. Then, he moved his body a bit closer. No matter how close Tulius could be, the first step for Melanthia was to feel in peace with herself – just then, Melanthia would be ready for the next lessons.<br><br>“Come, explore my body, just as I am exploring yours. Do not be afraid. I want you to touch everything you have ever wanted to touch in a male body”, Tulius asked smiling. It was time for him to teach Melanthia how to please his master. It was time for Tulius to be Melanthia’ sex teacher.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 00:47:20</strong>
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				She liked the way his hands felt against her skin, rough and comforting at the same time.&nbsp; So much strength, and power but against her arms, and her neck they were soft and gentle.&nbsp; It was causing her skin to feel warmth where ever his hands went.&nbsp; Her skin shivered a little at his touch, it was pleasant this sensation he was causing.&nbsp; <br><br>Reaching her hand out slowly, her eyes slowly reaching his, staring into their depths, as her fingers lightly touched his chest. Watching his reaction, her fingers barely touching his skin.&nbsp; Wondering if this were a dream of some kind. <br><br>Reaching her fingers up, to touch his lips, his cheek.&nbsp; So lightly tracing the outlines of his mouth.&nbsp; Lost for the moment in his eyes.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 15:04:42</strong>
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				It was amazing how Tulius shivered at the mere, naïve tough of Melanthia's fingertips in his cheeks and lips. The girl instinctively knew how to please a man, the sex teacher pondered, let alone when she gains more confidence. Definitively, she was a treasure! <br><br>Tulius noticed her curious eyes gazing his own eyes and smiled, inviting her to explore his body even more. He nodded as if to show he liked her first moves, naïve and respectful, but he was there to be explored, touched. No need of sexual intent. Just the exchange of caresses. The lord closed his eyes and breathed deeply.<br><br>"You can touch me, I promise I will not bite you, Melanthia", he said grinning while his hands touched her shoulder briefly, until he remembered it was her time to explore his own body. "Go ahead, do not be afraid. I closed my eyes because I want to feel your touch better. If necessary, undress me!", he whispered.
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				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 05:35:50</strong>
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				She couldn't contain the amazement from her face at his suggestion.&nbsp; Tentatively touching him, her fingers light against his skin, she watched him shiver.&nbsp; It made her bold to feel his response so quickly.&nbsp; &nbsp;With childlike wonderment, she felt her hands slowly running all over his chest, sliding under his tunic, pushing it gently aside, the feeling of her fingers on his skin felt wonderful to her. <br><br>Catching herself for a moment she stole a glance at his face, to see that he was enjoying her light touches.&nbsp; She moved his tunic to the side, slipping it off completely, again stealing a glance at his face to see what his reaction would be.&nbsp; <br><br>It was making her breath deeply, in anticipation of what would come next.&nbsp; Her eyes sparkling, in wonderment. 
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 00:53:35</strong>
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				Tulius was feeling goosebumps as Melanthia's hands explored his body. Better than that, it was when the virgin began to undress his tunic, her fingertips touching not only his chest, but also his abs, his shoulders, his arms. As she undressed Tulius, he inflated his lungs to increase his size, just as men like doing to look larger for girls. For Tulius, that was part of his instinct because he was very large: with broad shoulder, his pecs showed several muscles ripped. A bit below, his 6 pack abs was impressive. <br><br>"Come, make my body instrument of your curiosity, Melanthia. Today is your day!", he said tenderly holding her hands and making her seat on his knees - he was seating on the divan, so he placed Melanthia on his left thigh. His hands toyed again with her beautiful hair while he leaned towards her. His hands groped hers and placed them in his muscular thighs, making it go from the knees to near the groin, feeling each bulgening muscle. His other muscle stiffened under his briefs, but Melanthia did not see that - Tulius had to control himself, because that was Melanthia' single night. Closing his eyes, Tulius wondered whether his body was pleasing her - what a silly question, she is just a slave with no rights! The muscular man whispered again: "Come, make my body instrument of your curiosity, Melanthia. Today is your day!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new slave (Merry &amp; TheLegionary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 16:46:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her skin shivered in delight at his hands in her hair, on her body.&nbsp; It felt lovely to be caressed, and she soon found herself caressing back happily.&nbsp; Her hand had a mind of their own, running all over his chest, and his stomach.&nbsp; She wanted to explore every inch of him.&nbsp; He was quite handsome and seemed very willing to allow her to do as she pleased. She had always been a curious girl, and this was her chance to explore. <br><br>Sitting on his lap, she found that she was quite happy with this new master, and wondered what he would allow her next.&nbsp; She was quite close to him, and could feel his breath upon her skin, it was making her breath feel warmer just being so close to him.&nbsp; Her fingers wound their way into his hair, and she placed a small kiss against his check, soft and cautious.&nbsp; She wanted more of this warm feeling that was growing between them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new slave (Merry &amp; TheLegionary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 22:57:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Goodness! The virgin was really a good teaser and was driving the experienced master nuts. Grace embodied. Sexiness blossoming. Whatever words he looked for were not enough to describe his treasure. Seeing her eyes examining him like an object made him wonder what she would be able to to after she received her training. His hands caresses her thighs, showing for the first time some initiative. It was shy, after all he did not want to spoil her night.<br><br>However, his great move was still about to come. As Melanthia kissed his cheeks, Tulius felt goosebumps once more. Her lips were so soft. More than that, Tulius could feel the sweetness of her wet lips. Yes, her lips were wet, reminding him of how her pussy should be by then. His breath became faster. What was she doing to him? He wanted to kiss her, her lips were so close to his. He was hesitating! It was not his natural, but the hidden beauty was revealing herself so confident that Tulius did not want to spoil her night.<br><br>Even so, his master decided to give her some help.<br><br>A slow turn in his head, just enough to make his lips slide towards hers. His breath was heavy, his eyes were closed. Tulius was simply waiting for Melanthia to continue the exploration of his body from that point, where both lips were about to melt together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new slave (Merry &amp; TheLegionary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 15:28:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She continued to place small kisses along his face, her lips automatically finding their way to his lips.&nbsp; They were soft, and that surprised her, for a moment.&nbsp; She kisses him, marveling at how perfectly it felt to feel her lips against his.&nbsp; Her eyes closed and she was lost in the sensations that kissing him was making her feel.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hands continued to play with his hair, sliding down his shoulders feeling his muscles under her palm, sliding to caress his chest.&nbsp; Wondering what was next to come.&nbsp; Feeling all the warmer for her explorations of him.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new slave (Merry &amp; TheLegionary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 23:26:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What is fun about games is their unpredictability: no one knows how they will end. If this was exciting on one hand for some, it could be definitively puzzling for others, specially those naturally submissive. For Tulius, the lord and owner of a large state, changing rules was always possible. Melanthia would not bother it if it were for her own benefit and Tulius would make it sure it would be - the virgin would never forget that night. Ever.<br><br>As her hands continued to roam on his hair, shoulders, chest, Tulius grew excited. His entire body was becoming more and more turned on as the apparently inexperienced girl teased him. Her silk lips were particularly tasty. Their flavour seemed to be impregnated with a delicious aphrodisiac. They were wet and voluptuous, waiting to be kissed with passion. And that was what Tulius began to do. One of his hands grabbed her neck and pulled her head towards his, closing any space between their lips. His other hand groped her buttcheeks. His tongue invaded her mouth and began to caress it, starting with her tongue, the upper part of her mouth, her teeth. A long, breathtaking French kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new slave (Merry &amp; TheLegionary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merry Gentry</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 18:44:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melanthia found her breath coming in rapid little gasps as Tulius began kissing her more adamantly.&nbsp; His hands roaming over her body was causing delightful little shivers of pleasure in their wake.&nbsp; Her skin felt as if it were on fire and soft little moans escaped her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>His tongue in her mouth was very arousing and making her want more, as she kissed him back teasingly with her own tongue.&nbsp; Trying to mimic his actions in return.&nbsp; She still didn't understand what was happening, her body and her hands seemed to have a mind of their own and know what to do in return.<br><br>When his hands ranged over her buttocks, grabbing and squeezing she gasped in pleasure and leaned her body full against his, feeling his skin against hers.&nbsp; She didn't know what was next, but she knew that she wanted more this warmth that was growing in, and coursing through her body.&nbsp; She kisses him back, her lips nibbling against his eagerly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new slave (Merry &amp; TheLegionary)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 22:47:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tulius forced his large body against hers, causing her to lean backwards on the divan. Her head tilted back, since it lacked proper support, exposing her neck to more kissing from him. this is exactly what the lord did. At first, soft kisses, which then turned into passionate kisses. Her earlobe invited him to lick it and with a swift move, his tongue was swirling around the waves of her left earlobe. Melanthia could definively feel his warm breath in her ear, her chin, her eyes. His weight laying on her top was conveying the idea of protection rather than domination.<br><br>At the same time, his erection was growing under his pants, looking for space to expand as his brief could no longer contain it. Tulius was anxious to move ahead. Rules had changed and abruptly, as Melanthia's back was laying on the divan, Tulius laid on her top and rolled down his pants and brief. With the same skillof someone who had done it before many times, he unbottons the back of her skirt and rolls it down. Both clothes are on the floor, one wrapping the other. A romantic view. <br><br>"Melanthia, I will take the most precisou thing from you", he said raising his head and gazing her eyes passionately. "May I? I promise you will not regret. It will be wonderful, mylady". His breath was heavy and his eyes begging for a yes. He was waiting for the answer to start the ceremony.
			</dd>
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