An Experimental Pet
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: ThornsofRose on 25-03-2009, 03:14:46</h2>
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				Title: <strong>An Experimental Pet </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 03:14:46</strong>
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				Dahlia had been sold to the slavers by a mother who was addicted to opiates and needed money to score her next hit.&nbsp; She had fought, until they made it clear that that was not a viable option.&nbsp; She'd been drugged - though not with anything to become addicted to, and eventually realized that if she wanted to eat, she would stop fighting.<br><br>Slaves to be sold were kept relatively clean, made to work out to stay fit - healthy, fit, slaves brought higher prices.&nbsp; Her virginity was left in tact, and she would be chained and naked for the consumers to examine.<br><br>The sun was rising and Dahlia was restless.&nbsp; It was her second day out, and while she'd had some interest yesterday, she knew if she was more than a week, she was going to be in trouble - her value would be assumed to have gone down, and she would be treated much worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Experimental Pet </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 03:19:31</strong>
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				The last slave she had did not respond well to her attempts at reviving her so that girl died. Maybe because that girl gave up on life? Who knows. The new Mistress, named Angel, walked into the slave market and started down the row of slaves. "Wrong wrong." She kept saying to everyone and the sales person was trying to change her mind by saying something 'nice' about everyone of them. Finally she stopped at Dahlia's cell and looked inside. "Hmm." She said out loud to herself and walked around the cage looking at her from every direction. Angel could tell she had not been there for long. "I'll take her." She said turning around to face the sales person and handing him the cash. The sales person started counting it and then opened the cage door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Experimental Pet </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 03:26:06</strong>
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				Dahlia stood once her ankles were unshackled and a leash was connected to her generic leash.&nbsp; She had no choice but to follow, and so she did.&nbsp; "Mistress."<br><br>She knew not to say anything beyond that.&nbsp; They had been briefed on what would be expected of them, and had seen enough to know better than disappointing those expectations.&nbsp; She meekly followed her new Mistress home, wondering what was going to happen.<br><br>From what she'd heard, she had best hope that she was going to be a bed slave.&nbsp; They seemed to have the easiest lives.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Experimental Pet </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 03:30:34</strong>
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				Before she took her home she examined her a little more to make sure she got her money's worth. When she was happy she took the collar that they had given to her and yanked her so she would almost fall. Soon they were at home and in her room. "Your clothes are on the bed. You may only wear the clothes I tell you to nothing else. You understand?" She snarled and let go of the leash but made sure she could not get free.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Experimental Pet </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 19:20:46</strong>
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				(I'm so very sorry!&nbsp; I'm not sure how this got lost!)<br><br>She nodded, her lip trembling at the snarl in her new owner's voice.&nbsp; She had hoped to become a bed slave, simply because they seemed to have the softest lives--even if they did not like or even care for their owners.&nbsp; But now she was worried that no matter how her Mistress wanted her to serve, life would be anything but soft or pleasant.<br><br>She quickly put on the clothing that had been set out for her, silently cursing the mother who had sold her own child into slavery to feed her disgusting habit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Experimental Pet </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkvamplips</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 02:09:30</strong>
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				(That's ok. Was this going to have CPR in it)? A few meer seconds later she was outside the door and puppy guarding it so she would not escape. There were one small window on the east side of the wall but it was so small that no one could escape. Minutes later her voice boomed through the open crack. "Are you done yet?" Her voice was velvet smooth but also very rough at the same time.
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