Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: StrawberryDream on 14-04-2009, 21:01:07</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrawberryDream</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 21:01:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vanessa stands on the platform forcing herself not to shake or anything. She was being sold as a servant and luckly only that. Servants only did chores, if she had been sold as a sex slave then she would have had to stand naked on the platform and once bought be used however her master decided. She was beautiful tanned skin, long legs leading to small feet, she was short but very well built, lush breast and long flowing curly black hair that fell to the middle of her back. Her eyes were green and they watched the crown trying not to be frightened. She hated the caste system hated that she was one of the lowest and was forced to be sold. She wanted to be higher, wished she could fight the servant and sex slave trade, the auctions were horrible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 21:15:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was something about her immediately that drew Florian to her, as she stepped onto the platform, fingering the simple tunic that preserved her modesty and signalled that she was of the servant caste. He sighed. Why was it that the truly beautiful items always seemed to be servants, 'contracted' to fulfil that role alone. The system that had been established decades before was no longer in keeping with the contemporary situation; but he wasn't sure how many others shared that view.<br><br>But this item, she was so very alluring. Her tanned skin, those wonderful legs, the way her breasts curved beneath the cotton tunic. But principally it was her eyes that drew him to her, that shone out across the bustling market hall where the auction was being held. The same faces were there, looking for a bargain, looking to reinvigorate their households, their dull lives. He suspected he was not the only one who would feel a regret at this girl's status. But still...<br><br>He stepped closer to the platform to have a better look at her, and watched carefully as she played with the hem of her tunic, that fell to just about mid-calf height. In an instant, he knew he had to have her. Her hands were the softest, smoothest, most elegant he had ever seen...He felt something surging through him that he'd not felt in such a long time, since long before his wife had left him for the city trader with his expensive tastes and large household. <br><br>But what of the consequences, he thought to himself as his gaze explored her body, as she stood trembling on the platform. Damn the consequences...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrawberryDream</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 21:23:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nessa could feel eyes on her, millions of eyes, but there was one that created such a tug. She looked through the crowd trying to find the source of it. Finally when she did she noticed the male moving closer to her, she stood straighter almost afraid of the look in his eyes. Lust, she knew that look, and it frightened her. She wanted to know the thoughts on his mind but she didn't as well. It was almost as if she knew what he was planning. She tugged her tunic down hoping he would not win her, he could not. <br><br>She listened to the trader and once he said sold she felt a collar be placed around her neck and a leash attached to it. She followed obedient as she was led down the platform and to her new owner. She felt panic flow through her at the sight of the male from before, no this could not be happening. She forced her face to stay blank she could not let him know of her fear, he could use that against her. "Its nice to meet you I'm Vanessa, but you can call me Nessa. It will be nice to serve you and your home. Will you take me there?" she asked this softly her voice musical. She had been trained to do this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 22:32:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once he knew he had to own her, it had been so much easier to purchase the girl than he had expected. But then again, Florian knew that her status would have put all the usual buyers off. They would have been saving their money for the slaves that would be put up for auction later in the afternoon, not wishing to waste their money on a servant. It was so typical of how the system had become tired and outdated - that everything ran by hierarchy, by status, with everything in a place set by how it was rated, valued, classified. But for Florian it was clear that the system needed to be challenged - and that this girl was worth making a challenge over. He did not worry about the consequences - how could he when his life had been idling over, days ticking by, empty, soulless. What he needed was something to make him feel alive again...<br><br>So, on account of the overwhelming reluctance of the buyers to waste their money too early, the girl had barely made her reserve price of 100 dollars. 100 dollars! It was a steal...Florian knew at that moment that it was going to be the best purchase he had ever made. As he stood by the side of the platform, watching as the girl was collared and leashed by the trader, he felt the soft breeze blowing through the windows of the hall. It was calming; he felt at peace for the first time in so long.<br><br>The girl was led down the steps, and he nodded to the trader who gave him a look as if to say, 'What a waste of money and effort'. Well, little did he know...Besides, any purchase was money in the guy's pocket, so what was his problem? But that irritation vanished in an instant the moment that the girl was standing before him. The leash hung down between her shapely breasts, nestling just where her sex was hidden by the tunic. Her face bore the impassive expression of a servant trained not to betray an opinion, and he wondered just how well she had been trained. Not that it mattered. How long would she maintain that outward calm, he mused. For those deep green eyes already betrayed her. He could tell that she was not as calm inside as she attempted to convey; and she had little notion of what lay before her now. He could not help a little smile at this, but her face showed no signs of having noticed. As she spoke, he marvelled though at the mellifluous way in which she announced herself to him, the way she articulated her name, the way her soft lips caressed the words she spoke. Vanessa. He ran it around his mind several times as she stood there before him, holding her excellent posture. Vanessa. Nessa. Yes, he liked that diminutive form; he liked it very much indeed.<br><br>He marvelled too at those soft hands, the delicate smooth skin of her arms and legs, that shone now that she was close to him. She was flawless, he was sure of that, as he inspected his new possession. She would do very well indeed.<br><br>Without speaking, he took the leash in his right hand, delaying just a brief moment at the hem of her tunic and watched her eyes fixedly. Was there a reaction? Nessa stared straight ahead of her as if nothing had happened, but he was certain that he had sensed a tremble pass through her. Did she fear him? Perhaps loathe him? No matter. It was of little consequence what she thought, felt. She belonged to him now. He tugged at the leash, perhaps a little sharply, and the girl's eyes flashed. Good, he thought, she has spirit. That makes things so much more interesting. 'Come on then, Nessa! Let's go and find where I parked my car, shall we?'...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrawberryDream</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 23:24:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nessa watched him trying not to react. She was angry, being sold for only 100 dollars, she was shamed, but at least she was sold. She watched this male watching the lust in his eyes a bit frightened. She knew something was wrong, knew he was planning to use her as more of a servant, but she could not protest. She knew her place and knew not to speak out. She wanted to pull back as she was touched she knew he lingered longer then he should have. It felt strange to feel a touch there and she had to hide a blush. Her eyes flashed in anger when she was yanked, she may be a servant but she was still a person. She hated being treated like an object she wanted respect.<br><br>She nodded at his words and walked forward with him. She was trained enough to know to follow the rules and not speak. She felt the stares on her as they walked through the streets and she sighed, why did everyone stare. It was not a new thing to see a servant led through the streets by his or her master. Yet every time a new servant or slave was walked through town everyone stared. She wished she could react, hiss at them, glare, anything to make them stop. She stayed calm though on the outside, though her mind was whirling. She wanted to know what this male was up to, had to know. She somehow knew he was not going to follow the rules of the caste system but was going to make her more.<br><br>This knowledge thrilled and frightened her yet she did not know why. She had heard the sex slaves talk about the honor it was to serve a master. The pleasure of the reward, the knowledge that you could be all that your master wanted and more. She wanted to taste this pleasure they spoke of but was scared. She was afraid to let the master have all the power. To let him do anything he wanted with her, to her that would be crossing a line. What if he tired of her and tried to harm her, or gave her away to some stranger. What if she could not be what he wanted so he threw her away. She was so lost in there thoughts she did not notice when they got to his car and he stopped. She ended up running into him and blushed deeply in embarrassment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 20:28:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Florian had barely been able to conceal a smile as he led his beautiful new purchase along the side of the main hall of the market and to the registration booth in the main lobby. Some of the heads of the assembled buyers and merchants had turned at the sight of this girl, and he was certain he could detect signs of regret, envy perhaps, that these men themselves had not placed a bid for her. But then the next lot was announced, and attention shifted to the platform, and Florian and his new acquisition disappeared from their minds.<br><br>At the booth, Florian was required to complete a series of forms and part with the money he had paid for Nessa, which made him feel all the more keenly just what a bargain she had been. He noted with amusement that her documentation stated very clearly that she was a designated servant girl, and had been trained at the Peake Conservatorium, the most highly thought of in the region. He was not entirely <em>au fait </em> with the syllabus at these places, but he was fairly certain that they only extended so far. But again, that was no matter. As he signed his name on the final registration document, it felt as if he were signing a revolutionary manifesto, a declaration of intent that could not be rescinded. Did Nessa sense in any way just how prized, how symbolic she had already become to him...and maybe, in time, to others too. He allowed himself another admiring gaze at the girl stood silently behind him and to one side. Her face still seemed impassive, mutely observing the way that she was being transacted as a simple commodity, nothing more, nothing less. But, Florian smiled, she is <em>so </em> much more than that. He watched her register his smile, but it seemed to make little difference to her expression, for she did not respond. But those green eyes....they watched him keenly and he was certain that she was starting to suspect something was different, something was wrong.<br><br>Florian enjoyed leading Nessa through the streets, in the same way that parading her through the hall had appealed to him. He noted the jealous eyes of hen-pecked husbands, the hateful eyes of embittered wives and the starry-eyes glint of young men and boys. He was certain that Nessa was hating every minute of this spectacle. It was clear from her demeanour that she had pride - in itself not at all out of keeping with her social status - and that she must therefore be feeling this as the humiliation that it was. But for once, this was not of Florian's making. It was what society demanded, and in this regard, at this particular moment, he was not going to take issue with it. Besides, it would do the girl no harm at all to have some of her fine edges ruffled like this. She was going to have to endure much worse yet...<br><br>It amused him when, lost in thought, she had walked into him once they had reached his SUV, which he'd park in a quiet side road, sparsely populated with a few large townhouses with even larger land. So, he had been right. She <em>was </em> preoccupied by her predicament. He watched as her embarrassment brought fire to her cheeks, and her eyes flashed once more. Oh, a penny for those thoughts, sweet Nessa, but now is not the time. As he popped the trunk, he watched her standing there with outward patience, but inner turmoil, and took rather cruel delight in anticipating how she was going to react to what was about to happen. With slow, careful deliberation, he reached into the back of the SUV, pressed a lever and pushed the rear seats down flat, expanding the trunk size. He did not need to look at the girl to know that her expression must be changing - to what though? Curiosity? Alarm? <br><br>And what did she make of the leather bag he now took out of the trunk? He had tossed it in simply as an afterthought, just before heading off into town. He'd not really meant to find himself at the auction; he had just needed a change of scenery and thought he might swing by to take a look, if town was pretty quiet. Unsurprisingly it had been...and he was certainly glad that it had been! But even more glad that he'd brought his bag. he knelt down and put his fingers on the clasp, before looking up at her. This time, her veneer had begun to crack. Instead of staring impassively into space, Nessa was looking down, past him to the bag...as if she knew what was inside. As he flicked it open, she gasped.<br><br>Taking out a pair of steel handcuffs, Florian stood up. 'Put your hands behind your back, please, Nessa!' Although it was articulated very gently, it was very clearly an order, and it was her first test. How well had she been trained? How readily would she comply? She really had no choice...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrawberryDream</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 20:41:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nessa saw the handcuffs and heard his order but did not comply. She knew she was supposed to listen to him, but the handcuffs...that was crossing a line wasn't it? She bit her lip the inner torment clear in her eyes. She wanted to say no, but she could not, he was now her owner. Slowly she turned presenting her back to him with her hands places there. She didn't want to but she would it was part of her training, to listen to him no matter what he ordered. Though she knew if he tried to do anything sexual she could stop him.<br><br>"What are you planning?" she asked now. Her voice was musical, something every man would want to stop and listen to. It complimented her looks very well, even when they were set in anger as they were now. She turned her head to watch his eyes waiting for the answer. He was not allowed to cross the line, but who was there to stop him? She knew she was powerless to defend herself, she could not even complain to an official for who would believe a servant? She was the lowest of the low, lower than even the sex slaves. "You know I am a servant. You signed the papers. What do you think your doing now?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 20:56:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Florian enjoyed the anger that fuelled her flash of defiance. He had hoped that she would have spirit to complement her looks, because it would fuel his own desire to bend her to his will, to lead her into areas that she would not have expected, that she thought she would have been protected from. He ignored her indignant question at first, and as she stood there, her hands behind her back, he softly stroked her beautiful supple wrists with his right index finger, savouring the soft silkiness of her skin. He could feel his heart beating just a little faster, simply by touching her ever so gently, knowing that she was his for the taking now. He teased her senses a little more, letting the cold steel of the cuffs rest against her skin, before with swift dexterity he clicked each cuff smoothly round her wrists, ensuring that the steel encircled each wrist tightly. To reward her for her insolence, he made sure that each cuff was then clicked just one more notch tighter, drawing a gasp from her. Florian grabbed Nessa then by the shoulders, and spun her round, so that she almost stumbled. 'What I'm doing, sweet Nessa, since you asked rather disrespectfully, is showing you how your life is going to be if you don't show me the respect I demand.' He then knelt down again to the bag, and this time, as he took an item in his hand, he watched her face intently as he stood up again, drinking in her reaction to the ballgag in his hands. 'and now, I'm going to teach you a lesson in humility, in how you should address your Master'...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrawberryDream</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 21:04:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nessa glared at him as she felt his touch. Just by that one touch she could tell that he wanted her, and she hated it. She bit her lip as she was touched by the cuff, hoping that maybe just maybe he was teasing her with them. She gasped though as he cuffed her tight, that hurt. She tried to move her hands but whimpered slightly as she felt them scrap roughly against the cuffs. She gasped again as she was spun around checks flaring in anger knowing that if he decided to throw her she could not stop him. She glared at the ball gag then lifted her eyes to him. "I am not a sex slave," she protested trying to get away from him. "You cannot do this! I'll show you respect when you start to follow the laws."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 21:15:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'For you, Nessa, <em>I</em> am the law now,' he hissed, grabbing her by the hair and twisting her face close to his. 'The caste system is a joke, everyone knows it but nobody has the guts to say or do anything about it. Until now, until you...' <br><br>He could see the anger sliding into fear in her eyes, and that transition softened him a little. He slowly released his grip on her hair. 'There is so much that you need to understand about this world, about the lies it tries to persuade us to swallow, to live by. And I'm going to teach you...' Without pausing, he thrust the red ball firmly between her lips, before she could react. She tried to buck, to shake her head free, but he took another handful of her dark black curls and pulled, harder this time, until she cried out. The ball slid deeper into her mouth, and in a flourish, he released her head so that it fell forward. Before she could recover, he was already tightening the buckle of the black leather straps, securing the gag in place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrawberryDream</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 23:01:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nessa whimpered as he pulled her hair and froze. She was scared but still would not give in to him. She tried to pulled away and protest but the gag was placed in her mouth. She tried to pull away trying to get it off but he pulled his hair again and she cried out from the pain. She gasped as her head fell forward and she tried to move to move but stopped but she felt the straps tighten around her mouth. She glared to him angry at him and wishing she would remove it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 02:05:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Florian felt a surge of excitement energising his body as he finished gagging the beauty before him and witnessed the flash in her eyes. Her cheeks flushed, in her shame, perhaps, or her anger. It wasn't clear which, but he did not care. She truly was his now; a line had been crossed, there was no way back now, so all that could be done was to continue. She was no longer to be viewed as a servant - simply his slave. And she would have to learn...<br><br>He could see that she wanted to resist, to fight him. But he also sensed that she had been taken aback by the way he had treated her, subdued her so unexpectedly, and she was therefore not sure how to react any longer. He liked unsettling her, shaking all that she had learnt at the Conservatorium. Well, she would have a lot of new things to learn in her new life.<br><br>'Get in the back of the SUV, Nessa!', he commanded now, slightly less forcefully than before. She glared at him, but she had no option. and she knew it. He watched as she moved slowly to the back of the vehicle, lifted her left knee on to the sill, and with&nbsp; surprising dexterity, managed to climb into the trunk despite her wrists being cuffed behind her back. 'Lie down!' For a brief moment, Nessa stared at him and he thought she was going to refuse, to try to make a break...but slowly, she did as she was told. He smiled at her compliance. was she already accepting her fate? he was not sure - he hoped not, in fact - but for now, this was what was needed. As she lay on the floor of the trunk, Florian took a metal D-ring out of his pocket and adroitly clipped it onto the handcuffs at Nessa's wrists. He pulled them then, quite sharply, so that he could attach them to a steel ring fixed in the floor, by the side of trunk. He knew this was uncomfortable for her....but he did not care. She was going to have to learn....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrawberryDream</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 18:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nessa glared at him once he pinned her down in the trunk. She tried to move to a more comfortable position but found she could not. She hated this, but did not know how to react. She had never been taught anything like this. She was meant to be a servant not a sex slave, how could he do this. She knew she was supposed to listen to her Master, but he was going to use her. She did not want that, what was she supposed to do sacrifice herself and listen to her master or defy him to preserve herself and be punished.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Powerless (josefk67 and fearless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 21:11:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having secured her in place in the trunk, Florian felt a little less under pressure. It was one thing to take the stand against social convention, but quite another to keep finding the courage to continue. Up to this point, his surge of desire for Nessa had carried him, almost without proper reflection this far. But now, with her lying here, helpless, vulnerable, realising already what he might have in mind for her, her defiance presented him with a challenge. For he now had to continue this course. There was no turning back. So be it..<br><br>He smiled then, and wondered how Nessa would interpret it, given how much he had already abused her status. He delved then into the bag again, and took another set of cuffs, and holding her gaze, this time he attached them to her ankles, and pulling them, he pulled Nessa's lithe body into an even less comfortable position. He clipped these cuffs to another ring in the rear of the trunk, which effectivley kept his new possession safely out of sight of any prying eyes for the drive home. If he was going to be crashing against the system, he wanted to regulate the pace of his rebellion. <br><br>He knew that she was going to struggle now, now that her captivity was complete, and he was hoping that she would prove to be the handful to tame that he needed her to be. As he slammed the trunk shut, and walked round to the driver's seat, he felt a tingle growing inside him.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>