Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)
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				Title: <strong>Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 06:15:38</strong>
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				It had been six months since someone slipped something into nineteen year old Amelia’s drink.&nbsp; She was at a party with some friends, but she got separated somehow, and she fell into the hands of a parent’s worst fear.&nbsp; Unconscious, she was completely unaware of who was carrying her out of the crowded house party…what sort of life they had in store for her.&nbsp; She woke from the drugged stupor, only to find herself cold, and alone in the dark.&nbsp; She had no idea how much time had passed, but the door to the tiny room finally opened, letting in the sounds of other kidnapped girls crying, begging for release…<br><br>So began her training as a slave; in the slave house, obedience was enforced through painful discipline and threats of her captor’s ensuring that she be sold to a particularly cruel buyer.&nbsp; The girl was taught to cook, clean, and how she was expected to satisfy her master’s sexual needs.&nbsp; As her training progressed, she became more accustomed, but never truly comfortable, with her new place in life.&nbsp; She soon learned that it was easier to go along with orders, no matter how they made her feel, than to disobey and face the penalties.&nbsp; However, there was one specific terror that haunted her mind with every moment she spent there: What kind of person would buy her?<br><br>One morning, she was transferred from her cell to a room with a one-way mirror.&nbsp; She suspected that a potential customer was on the other side of the glass.&nbsp; She stood there, anxiously glancing around the room, until a voice on an intercom asked her to turn around for them to see.&nbsp; Like all of her fellow captives, she was only wearing a white nightshirt-like garment that only reached mid-thigh.&nbsp; Her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment as she obediently turned slowly on the spot.&nbsp; It was even more humiliating when she was asked to remove the shirt, but she knew better than to defy the men keeping her here.&nbsp; Her deep green eyes were cast onto the floor, trying to forget that there was someone on the other side of the glass, looking at her pale flesh.<br><br>It was no surprise to her when she heard, “Amelia…If you would be so kind, please move your hair back behind your shoulders?&nbsp; I’d like to let our guest see your lovely breasts…”&nbsp; Her captor was ever so polite to her in front of the buyer, and he would stay that way as long as she did as he said.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, she made a choice; she wanted to get out of here, and she would take her chances by trying to impress.&nbsp; Careful hands pulled her long, dark locks away from her chest, letting them tumble down to her mid-back.<br><br>Amelia bit her lip, straining to hear the indistinct murmuring from the other room, but to no avail.&nbsp; She was led out of the room without another word, and she never got to see the buyer.&nbsp; Only the check in the proprietor’s hand told her that she had, indeed been sold.&nbsp; However, nothing changed…She was still confined to her room except for lessons.&nbsp; She was not prepared for sale until a few weeks later…After she was finished with her monthly cycle…She thought nothing of it, being distracted by her first long, luxurious hot bath in months.&nbsp; She was able to scrub herself clean, and wear real clothes for once.<br><br>The girl underwent a complete transformation in a matter of hours.&nbsp; She was given a black halter-neck dress, which showed off her cleavage as well as her legs.&nbsp; Her ebony hair was left down, and she wore simple heels to make up for what she lacked in height…being only 5’3”.&nbsp; Just before she was to be transported, she was warned not to embarrass the establishment…informing her that the sale could be undone should she not satisfy her master.&nbsp; She was led out to a waiting car, where she could only fret and fidget until her arrival.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 06:41:22</strong>
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				The girl would be told to stop before a heavily tinted window. A moment passed. Silent, save for the ambient noise of a city that never slept, even at an hour as unspeakable as this one. Such was the arrangement, as the buyer could not be bothered to present himself in daylight hours. There was no end to the rumors about this man. Select few have met him in person, and and secrecy such as this was sure to cause speculation.<br><br>Ah, the window fell! Behind it sat a man. The brim of a hat disallowed his face to be seen up until the split second he looked up to glance at the girl. If her vision were acute and she was attentive she may have spotted the small smile that adorned his lips for the briefest of seconds. The window rolled up. a voice could be heard, though muffled. A short moment later, the door opened. The man was not sitting in the seat there. The girl would be directed to seat herself, then the door would close and lock.<br><br>She was trapped. <br><br>That man from before was sitting at the opposite end of the sedan's back seat. He was dressed all in black. A pressed pant and shirt, with a long coat, plus the hat I mention not too long ago. A pale hand rose and gestured. The car's engine turned over and they departed, post haste. The driver drove with the most inconspicuous hand imaginable. Never straying more than two miles per hour under or over the speed limit, and never doing anything that could attract attention. After all, the transaction that had just transpired was highly illegal. Human trafficking always was.<br><br>Exactly two red lights after their initial departure, the man removed his hat. Revealing a pale, kind face that one would assure is not a day over twenty-five. A mane of mahagony fell behind it; dark-brown mixed with the lightest of red tints. It was a regal hue. One that gave him quite the distinguished trait. Slowly, he turned to face the girl. Blood red eyes fell upon her and went about absorbing her every feature, down the placement of every last lock of hair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 15:13:46</strong>
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				Only one man escorted Amelia to the car; it seemed as if he was being quite the gentleman, walking his "date" to her car.&nbsp; The object was to avoid drawing attention, hence the minimal guard and gentle treatment.&nbsp; She froze when she saw the window open.&nbsp; She wasn't too surprised, though, since she assumed there would probably be someone in the car with her, making sure she didn't try to get out...they could never be too careful.&nbsp; Her lone guard opened the door for her, and even offered a hand to help her in.&nbsp; The click of the door's locking mechanism made her wince.&nbsp; Biting her lower lip, she fastened her seatbelt and shifted on the seat, adjusting her dress to cover her legs a little better.<br><br>She kept her eyes low, clasping her hands in her lap.&nbsp; She cast a quick glance over at the man at the other end of the seat, and suddenly had to question who he was...He was too well-dressed to be a mere escort, assigned to keep her from either escaping or harming herself.&nbsp; It was dark in the car, so she couldn't see his face, but she knew he was looking at her...guards usually didn't gaze the way he did, out of respect for their employers as well as to evade the temptation to...sample the merchandise.&nbsp; She frowned, wondering if her suspicions were correct, that this man was the buyer, her new master.&nbsp; Had a buyer, someone wealthy enough to sponsor such an expensive business, really bothered to come pick up his purchase in person?&nbsp; The quiet only made her even more nervous, especially since she could feel his eyes on her, but she didn't want to be the one to break the silence.&nbsp; She felt better, though, about being less cordial with him, because of one of the rules that had been drilled into her head for the last six months, "Speak only when spoken to." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 19:34:50</strong>
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				Another light passed. This one, green. It flew overhead as the obsidian sedan blew past it. The man had scooted closed to his newly purchased pet. A hand rose and fell, coming upon her leg. This appendage would slowly peel back her dress, revealing more of her creamy thigh. The man licked his lips. His breathing picked up. The man's face dipped down. His nose could be felt grazing the soft flesh of her neck, as could his sharp inhalation of air be heard. He had taken in her scent, and by the way the breath shuddered on it way out, he liked what he smelt.<br><br>"You smell.. so good.." said the man. His hand came to rest on her now bare knee but it did not stay there. Rather, it moved upward, the pads of his fingers grazing her smooth, porcelain flesh ever so lightly as it made it's way up her thigh. Eventually, it dissapeared under her dress. Moving further up, soon reaching where her torso split into two shapely, delectable legs. The man growled into her ear. It was an order for her to spread her legs. Once she had, his fingers would dance lightly across her inner thigh. Testing her for erogenous zones as his thin, pale lips kissed just below her ear, his other hand having pulled her hair back just a few seconds prior.<br><br>The man was clearly pleased with her. If this weren't clear by the way he described everything he loved about her down to the last detail, then it was the way his breath caught with each new discovery upon her body. The car had turned onto the highway by now and had picked up speed. The man froze for a second. He needed to make sure he had enough time. Once they were on the freeway, it was atleast twenty to twenty-five minutes to his home. Perhaps more. Yes, he had time. More than enough time to indulge in her body. To lose himself in this human Pigmalion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 05:32:54</strong>
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				The girl had been staring at her lap for most of the ride so far, but her wide green eyes flicked back up to the man when she heard the movement on his side of the car.&nbsp; Her body stiffened at the feel of a cool hand against her skin, and she held perfectly still.&nbsp; This man was definitely not an escort; there was no doubt in her mind, now, that this man was her master.&nbsp; Her owner.&nbsp; Amelia could only watch his hand as it drew the hem of her dress higher and higher above her knees.&nbsp; Her quiet breathing sped up as well; his closeness and her inability to anticipate what he might do next frightened her to no end.&nbsp; Her knuckles were white from clenching her hands so tightly, keeping herself from squirming or making any noise he might interpret as a protest.<br><br>She couldn't prevent the soft gasp from escaping her lips.&nbsp; His nose brushing against her neck, his fingertips on her thigh...she kept having to remind herself that she was his property now, to touch as he pleased...A deep blush spread across her cheeks at the strange comment.&nbsp; She had been given fragrant soaps to use before she was handed over to her master, but her scent was not what she expected him to comment on first.&nbsp; "Th- Thank you, Master..." she murmured, trying to stay on his good side.&nbsp; She was uncomfortable, but she didn't want to give him any reason to be displeased with her.&nbsp; The growl at her ear made Amelia shudder, and her legs obediently parted for him.&nbsp; She whimpered softly, tilting her head a little for him, exposing more of her milky skin.&nbsp; His gentle touch was pleasant enough, but it still frightened her to have a complete stranger...one who had bought her, no less...touching her this way.<br><br>Finally, the girl worked up enough courage to turn her head toward him for the first time.&nbsp; She met his eyes, praying that her actions wouldn't land her in too much trouble so soon.&nbsp; She was still as speechless as usual, but she wanted to communicate that she really wasn't sure of what he wanted from her at this point...Well, she had been instructed in the sort of signals he had been giving her, but she didn't know what he was expecting her to do.&nbsp; Would he just continue to inspect and explore his new purchase, expecting her to just sit there obediently?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 06:06:29</strong>
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				Indeed, he did, and he would. The man explored further up her dress. His hand continued to brush the pads of his fingers along the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He had decided long ago that she was the one. The pet he needed to make his life complete. He'd seen her advertised in a privately distributed pamphlet. One that he only received out of desperation for a mate. For his kind were not what you would call 'social'. Things such as courtship were lost on him. <br><br>No, all he knew was seduction. But seduction did not always work, and when it did it always led to platonic sex. Which wasn't what he was looking for. That isn't to say he was looking for love, but, rather, he needed passion. Which wasn't something he could manage with any female. He searched for one specific type of woman. One that he had fantasies about regularly, for nigh his entire life. <br><br>This was her. The woman of his dreams. But she was imperfect. He had to groom her to be perfect, and that began with the first thing he desire. The first on a very long list of depraved fetishes. <br><br>So, he would take hold of her legs, and pull. This would turn her body toward him. For a second, their eyes met. She could see his face: pale and youthful, with soft curves and distinctive structure that he'd had since he was a child. Those blood red irises of his were focused and vivid against the dark backdrop of the sedan's interior. This view would not last long, as he would look down, hands dissapearing under her dress once again. He grabbed for her panties. Or what he hoped were panties. The undergarmant would be pulled down her pale, shapely legs,&nbsp; then up and off. <br><br>He looked up again. A sick grin adorned his features as he brought the flimsy garmant to his face, pressing it to his nose so he could inhale more of that scent she wore, and perhaps the scent of her arousal, if she were as such. Either way, he liked what he found, but did not hold onto them long, for they were promptly tossed aside. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 15:29:39</strong>
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				Amelia was almost glad that the man didn't ask anything of her, other than to sit quietly and let him examine her.&nbsp; The only orders he gave were with his hands.&nbsp; She wanted to look away in her embarrassment, but she couldn't.&nbsp; She kept watching him, unable to move, as his fingers explored farther up her legs.&nbsp; His touch excited her, but she wanted him to stop.&nbsp; She didn't know him at all, and she didn't want a stranger's hands so near to her most intimate parts.&nbsp; She had no choice, though; if she resisted, he would have grounds to return her to the slave house, where she would probably be harshly punished and sold again, to someone known for beating the girls they bought...For now, his hands were gentle, and resistance might make him change his mind about that.<br><br>The girl had to wonder, how many girls had he viewed behind that one-way mirror before selecting her?&nbsp; How did he choose?&nbsp; And why her?&nbsp; All thoughts of that disappeared when he took a slightly more aggressive approach to his inspection.&nbsp; She emitted a quiet, surprised squeak as he pulled her by the legs to turn her around to face him.&nbsp; It was then that she finally saw the face of the man she had been sold to, and he was definitely not what she expected.&nbsp; He was young...Mid-twenties, perhaps...When she was first introduced to this horrible business, she figured older, less attractive men were the type to buy girls like her.&nbsp; She had assumed her new owner would be in his forties, and only bought her under the assumption that he couldn't find a willing woman on his own.&nbsp; The youth she saw in his face shocked her, as did the strange color of his eyes...They had to be contacts.&nbsp; <br><br>The seatbelt was now practically strangling her, so she unfastened it, moving slowly so that she wouldn't make any sudden movements to provoke an unwanted response from him.&nbsp; She supported herself with her arms to stay upright, so she could keep an eye on him.&nbsp; She wanted to be able to see what he was doing; it would be easier to deal with, if she had a vague idea of what he was up to.&nbsp; Nothing could have prepared her for what he did next, not even those endless lectures about what to expect a man to want from a woman.&nbsp; He was slightly leaned over her, and his hands were up her dress, farther than before, and hooking his fingers around the waistband of her black lace panties.&nbsp; Amelia had to lean back a little, raising her hips, so that he could get the garment off with little trouble...though they did get caught on her shoe for a moment or two.&nbsp; Her eyes were fixed as he brought the panties to his nose, and she instinctively scooted a few inches away from him, her back pressed against the car door.&nbsp; She could guess what it was he smelled, for any woman would be excited by the way he had been touching her...But she was still ashamed of the slight arousal he was able to draw from her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 23:44:50</strong>
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				Ah, black lace. If this man were the type to enjoy a good pair of sexy underwear he might have appreciated the selection she wore. But he was not. Quite the contrary, actually, as he wasn't one to to allow his female servants to wear any sort of undergarmant. Of course, these servants I speak of were the ones he actively sought sexual release with. Which, at the moment, amounted only to Amelia. Only this ghostly goddess sitting in the back of his Audi. The grin he wore faded some. He had to get ahold of himself. Lest he hurt her, which he did not want to do. <br><br>Sometimes evil has standards, after all.<br><br>Whilst the man took a moment to compose himself, he thought it prudent to gauge her reaction to him so far. By the expression she wore, he could see both fear and curiosity, the latter likely onset by the growing arousal that he had stirred within her loins. He could smell that arousal now. It wafted off of her like a sweet pheromone. Send a rush of blood his his nether region and enticing his own reproductive organ to live after having been dormant for what seemed like decades. The man shook his head, groaned, and wiped a hand over his face. He expected to find perspiration, but didn't. He was reminded of his curse, and remembered that his kind did not perspire. It was time to move on. <br><br>The man moved forward slowly. Again, a pale hand slipped under her dressed, fingers tracing small designs on the inside of her thigh as it explored the region betwixt her legs once more. He could feel the heat radiating of the delicate flower at the head of this space. A single digit found this entrance and teased it. The pad of that appendage traced circles over it's outer perimeter, accumulating some of that moisture there.<br><br>(Assuming she is aroused enough for this occur. If not, then ignore that part.)<br><br>"Do not be afraid," he whispered, "You must give yourself to me if you wish to not be harmed." It was, in his own special, sick way, an offer of protection to her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 06:59:21</strong>
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				The Master was clearly uninterested in lingerie, being more concerned with what he could find beneath the fabric.&nbsp; Amelia watched him, shaking.&nbsp; What made his smile fade?&nbsp; Was he upset with her?&nbsp; He wasn't exactly <em>frowning</em>, so maybe he wasn't expressing disapproval.&nbsp; It was confusing, and it scared her a little.&nbsp; She might not have liked the situation, but she knew it had the potential to be better than what she would go through at the slave house.&nbsp; She knew she wanted to at least try to keep him happy...keep him from sending her back.&nbsp; The shifts of his expression did make her a little nervous, but she was starting to understand.&nbsp; It wasn't dissatisfaction with her, but it was a more thoughtful look on his face.&nbsp; He was, as always, studying her, evaluating her.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Was he really concerned about how she was receiving all of this?&nbsp; Or was he simply curious?<br><br>The girl knew she had a tendency to overanalyze things, and she found that this quality became even more pronounced in her new life as a slave.&nbsp; She was alone much of the time, so she had more opportunity to think things over, picking them apart.&nbsp; His groan confused her, was it arousal or frustration...or both?&nbsp; This time, she did not shrink away when he moved forward.&nbsp; There was no place for her to go.&nbsp; One of her legs was bent with her foot on the seat, and the other was extended in a downward slope toward the floor.&nbsp; Her master's hand was cool against her skin, a strange contrast to the warmth she was beginning to feel inside.&nbsp; The peculiar sensation was amplified as he moved on to even more sensitive areas...his finger tracing around her slit, making her whimper softly.<br><br>The rise and fall of Amelia's chest quickened at the gentle stimulation between her legs, but his voice made her stop breathing altogether for a moment as a shudder passed through her.&nbsp; It wasn't the first time she had heard him speak, but that whisper...It banished all ambiguity of what he wanted from her.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, Master," she replied softly, finally able to look away from him,&nbsp; casting her eyes down to gaze bashfully at the new wrinkles in her dress.&nbsp; "I am afraid...This is new to me, that alone is enough to be daunting...But I am also afraid of unknowingly displeasing you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 10:21:55</strong>
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				The man looked up. His head cocked to one side and his eyes narrowed. Indeed, she showed signs of fear. With good reason, as the man knew his advances were frightening to one whom was not accustomed to be used in such a way. He understood, and, though he wanted to explore more, he did not enjoy it as much as if she were enjoying it as well. As such, his hand retreated back up her leg, and he leant back. The scent of her arousal was present on the pad of that digit. He brought it to his lips and licked it away, tasting her. She tasted good.<br><br>"I understand," he said. <br><br>The man moved closer once more, and made for her lips with his, and kissed them, before returning to his previous position. A small grin still adorning his features.<br><br>"Nothing you could ever do will displease me," he said, "For you are perfect in every way." The truly odd fact about these words this man had just conveyed is that he believed this to be true. To him, she was an angel, and so long as she remained obediant and respected him as her superior, she would not be harmed or returned to the home. But how could he make her believe this? It was quite obvious that she would not be easily convinced that this man, a man whom had enslaved her no less, would treat her better than the people whom had been doing the same thing for God knows how long? This conundrum was cast out of his mind. Negativity was not appropriate in a time such as this. This was a time of happiness. <br><br>They should be celebrating! <br><br>Or, rather, his idea of celebration, which amounted to more of this molestation in the guise of what he believed to be exploration. The man's hand moved back up her leg, reaffirmed now, and took up it's placement at her opening once again. Tracing and poking every so gently. This lasted for just a few minutes, before this digit began to slowly penetrate, as it was joined by another. Dipping into her at a snail's pace.<br><br>"Simply relax, my beloved," he whispered to her, "And you master will be pleased with you." He leant in for another kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 05:42:17</strong>
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				Amelia wasn't sure how to feel.&nbsp; This man stated that he didn't want to hurt her, and he seemed to care about how she reacted to him.&nbsp; He bought her as property, but he treated her like a person as well as an object at the same time.&nbsp; She looked up at him again as his hand slid back down her leg.&nbsp; He was responding to her fear with compassion...She didn't know what to think about that.&nbsp; He had the power to do whatever he pleased with her, but he retreated when she said she was afraid.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; He had no obligation to stop, and she had no say.&nbsp; He seemed intent on helping her through this transition, even attempting to allow her some pleasure in the process.&nbsp; But was that it?&nbsp; She could never know his intentions, what motive was behind this behavior, and that was what scared her the most.&nbsp; <br><br>Her emerald eyes followed his hand, never sure of where it was going next.&nbsp; He followed through with his role of examiner, ever studying her, but tasting the moisture he had gathered from her on his fingertip.&nbsp; It made her look away, still ashamed of what he had stirred within her.&nbsp; <em>Do you?</em> was her mental reply&nbsp; to his claim of understanding, but she wouldn't ever dare talk back to him like that...unless she forgot the threat of punishment.&nbsp; He quickly caught her attention once more by moving closer...and closer...Only inches away until...His lips gently pressed against hers.&nbsp; She didn't have enough time to either respond or reject to the kiss; all she could do was sit there, speechless, with her gaze fixed on him.<br><br>The girl wanted to look away when he spoke of her in such a manner, telling her she was "perfect."&nbsp; Was it just flattery, to get her to open up to him?&nbsp; Was it his lust talking?&nbsp; Or perhaps a combination of the two...He hadn't necessarily treated her <em>badly</em>, as her former captors had,&nbsp; but she still felt like his little plaything.&nbsp; His pet.&nbsp; A shy kitten he was trying to coax out from under the bed, and instead of toys or treats, he used his hands, touching her in ways that made her tingle all over.&nbsp; His hand traveling back up her leg established him as Master, and it was her choice whether to go with it, and maybe even enjoy herself, or face the consequences after he accomplished his objective with or without her consent.&nbsp; He would touch her however he wanted; he made that clear with the attention his fingers gave her wet sex, drawing out a soft moan from her.&nbsp; But then, he went further, actually intruding into her warmth.&nbsp; Her body stiffened, for no one touched her there; she touched herself sometimes, but she kept that secret place to herself.&nbsp; The look in her eyes was not one of resistance, merely discomfort, especially when a second finger followed the first.&nbsp; She didn't want him to think she was telling him not to do this, for it wasn't her place to give orders or make requests.&nbsp; She wanted him to understand that she was doing her best to comply to his wishes.<br><br>Amelia sighed softly, trying to relax as he told her to.&nbsp; But..."Beloved?"&nbsp; What did he mean by that?&nbsp; What was she to him?&nbsp; She wasn't going to worry about that, now.&nbsp; She had been instructed to relax, and she couldn't do that if she was concentrating on analyzing everything he said and did.&nbsp; Her body softened, and she welcomed him in, finally giving herself to him.&nbsp; She made sure to communicate her submission by shifting to lean in as well, accepting and returning his kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 12:28:42</strong>
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				He could feel her body loosening. Untensing, even just a little bit. It seemed he may be getting through to the girl, though he wasn't about to start celebrating now. They still had a lot to cover when it came to arrangements in regard to her living with him, and her responsibilities as his lover. He would cross this bridge when they arrived at it, however, so, not wanting to waste this wonderful moment they shared, the man would continue with the kiss..<br><br>.. for a moment or so.<br><br>Eventually, the kiss would break. His soft, cool lips fell from hers as the man leant back to his previous neutral position. Slowly, he pulled the two digits out of her. He liked the response he had received, and now was time to end this little experiment. Once he was free of her sex he brought his hand up and suckled upon the two digits he'd used to molest her. Tasting the essence of his beloved pet. It was a taste that he enjoyed quite a lot. It was then did he decide that he would need a second helping. <br><br>This would come later, however, as they were now nearing the man's home. The sedan had veered off the highway not too long ago and now drove down a long, dark, narrow road that seemed to lead to nowhere. This was a mysterious path. The sort which never lead to a good place, and always seemed to lead to somewhere where nobody would like to be. Except this man, as he was the type to enjoy his privacy, and this place was, above all, private. <br><br>He withdrew his ring and pointer finger from his mouth, then wiped the excess saliva from them onto his pant leg. Turning, the man would glance out the window into the passing darkness before his gaze fell on Amelia once more. He was smiling. A small, genuine smile that the man hoped did not make him seem like a villain of some sort. This man began to brim with earnest excitement. Soon, they would be home, and the true fun could finally begin. Finally, he could begin pampering and loving his new pet. He would feed her, clothe her, tuck her into bed, and, of course, keep her safe. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 05:08:52</strong>
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				Amelia was starting to get used to her master, little by little, but that was not to say that she was any more comfortable than she was when she first got into the car.&nbsp; She was simply adjusting, learning how to cope...Kissing him was certainly helping.&nbsp; He wasn't forceful at all, still as gentle with her as always, treating her as if she were made of glass.&nbsp; His lips were soft against hers, but they were just as cold as his hands...not unpleasant and frozen, just an unnaturally cool temperature.&nbsp; She was rather curious about that, and almost wanted to continue when he pulled back from her.&nbsp; His fingers retreated, and he was just sitting on his side of the car...<em>Did I do something wrong?</em> she thought, gazing worriedly at him.&nbsp; He hadn't struck her, or scolded her, so maybe she hadn't done anything at all...he was merely finished with his little examination.<br><br>The girl watched him lick the moisture of her arousal from his fingers, but she only turned to face forward, returning her feet to the floor, when his hand didn't come back for more.&nbsp; Her cheeks burning, she buckled her seatbelt once more, an glanced out the window.&nbsp; She didn't recognize where she was at all, and the dark night and tinted windows didn't make it any easier.&nbsp; All she could make out was that they were using a seldom-traveled road.&nbsp; Of course he lived in the middle of nowhere...Only a recluse would buy another human being.&nbsp; With a soft sigh, she crossed her legs at the ankle, sweeping them off to the side, and folded her hands in her lap.&nbsp; She really was trapped with her new Master.&nbsp; No one would be coming all the way out here to find her, and she wouldn't get far even if she managed to leave his property...She was determined to make the best of this situation, but it didn't make matters any less frightening.<br><br>Straightening her dress, she dared a glance at her Master as the car started slowing down a little.&nbsp; They had to be getting close to wherever the man lived...It wasn't a surprise to her to see him looking her over, but that smile on his lips; she felt like he was looking at her the way someone looks at a present when they are mostly certain of what they had been given, and they are particularly eager to unwrap it to find out.&nbsp; He seemed so sure that he had made a good choice in his purchase...It was slightly unnerving, but she tried to smile back nonetheless.&nbsp; Hers was a shy, uncertain smile, but she hoped he would appreciate her efforts to make their arrangement work out...&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 12:43:52</strong>
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				The car slowed and turned. After just a minute or so, it finally came to a stop. A large, dark structure loomed over the by comparison miniscule sedan. The man opened his door and stepped out. Quickly, he made his way around the back of the car to her door, which he'd open. A pale hand reached in and waited. Should she take his hand as he intended for her to do, he would assist her as she stepped out of the sedan. A gentlemanly gesture if there ever was one. <br><br>"Welcome to my home," the man said, leading the girl forward just enough for her to be able to see the large house towering before her. It was not mansion-sized, however. Far from it. But it was not small by any stretch of the mind, either. This home was, at the very least, three stories tall and many square feet in footage. Not quite the home of a rock or movie star, but still respectable in it's own right. The man turned to his new pet, his smile grew, and he made his way up the stone path up to the front door, tugging her along as he went.<br><br>Once they reached the door, it opened, as if autonomously, and swept aside. Behind it was a warmly lit landing. He would stop to remove his shoes. From there, she would be lead into what seemed like a den. There was a television and all of those nice things. They would not remain for long, however, as they would continue past this room to a staircase. Amelia would be lead up these stairs to a room on the second floor. This room was a fair size, with a bed, a vanity, and an armoir. He stopped in the doorway.<br><br>"You have a choice, my beloved," he said, "You may sleep here, or.." He took her hand again, and lead her up a second flight of stairs to the third floor. The excitement in this man was quite obvious, by the way he moved and talked much quicker than he had before. As if he were a child with a new toy. <br><br>That analogy is actually quite accurate, now that I think about it..<br><br>"Here," he went on, now standing in the doorway of a larger, more expensively furnished room. <br><br>"With me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 15:22:37</strong>
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				The anxiety continued to build up within Amelia, particularly when she could feel the car slowing down.&nbsp; She stared out the window at the magnificent residence, suddenly feeling rather small.&nbsp; Hearing the man exit the car made the girl jump at the noise and glance over at him.&nbsp; She was about to follow suit, but he was already at her door, opening it for her and offering his hand to her.&nbsp; She gingerly placed her hand in his, allowing him to help her out of the vehicle.&nbsp; She only took a moment to gain her balance and straighten her dress once again before following him toward his house.&nbsp; She couldn't see much of the detail on the house in the dark, but she responded to his welcome anyway, "It's lovely, Master..."<br><br>The size of his home was impressive enough, so she could only assume that the landscaping and decor were just as wonderful.&nbsp; The way he tugged on her arm, smiling the way he was, told her how excited he was to have her here.&nbsp; The way the door opened as if on its own made her gasp, but she was distracted by the welcoming light it revealed.&nbsp; The etiquette she learned from her experiences thus far screamed in the back of her mind to take her shoes off just as her master did, but her instincts told her otherwise.&nbsp; The decision was a little risky, but so far, he didn't really fit the profile for a typical buyer.&nbsp; She was sure that if he wanted her to take her shoes off, he would let her know.&nbsp; Besides, those few inches of added height helped her feel a little more confident.&nbsp; The rooms she saw were well-furnished for comfort and enjoyment, and very nicely decorated, but they did not linger...heading straight for the stairs.&nbsp; This worried her some...was he really going to take her immediately to his bed?&nbsp; It wouldn't surprise her very much, but it wasn't something she was looking forward to.&nbsp; <br><br>The room he brought her to see on the second floor was not what she expected.&nbsp; It was rather feminine, and the bed was smaller than one would think...Then, it became clear when he said that she had a choice.&nbsp; This was <em>her</em> room.&nbsp; She gaped at what he had prepared just for her, and almost forgot how she had come to be there.&nbsp; He had led her away from it before she could even thank him.&nbsp; Her heels clicked along the polished hardwood floor, and she had to follow at practically a trot to keep up with him.&nbsp; Her emerald eyes widened when they stopped in the doorway of what she could only assume was his room.&nbsp; Her own quarters were lovely, and seemed comfortable enough, but his were on a whole different level.&nbsp; He took her attention from her admiration, drawing it back to his offer...She had a choice?<br><br>She had no idea how to respond to that.&nbsp; In the slave housing, she had her own room, but it was stark and the bed was so hard...and it was lonely.&nbsp; Here, she was offered luxury and comfort.&nbsp; "Um...I--" she stammered, still unsure of what she should do.&nbsp; She wanted things to work out smoothly with her master, so sleeping in his room would help, but she could never be sure what strings would be attached to this offer.&nbsp; She gave him another shy smile, gathering her thoughts, and finally said, "I, erm...If it's not too much of a bother, Master, I would like to stay here with you.&nbsp; It's not that I'm ungrateful for the room downstairs, but I've had my own room for so long...though not nearly as beautiful as that one...It can get a bit lonely, and shouldn't we be getting to know each other, anyway?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 14:30:06</strong>
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				The man smiled. <br><br>"Fantastic," he said. He strode forth into his quarters, guiding her in by the hand he held. A hand in which he would release before turning to close the door behind them. The locking mechanism present in the knob was turned so that the door was locked. He did not want to be disturbed whilst he familiarized himself with his new pet, after all. He needed absolute privacy. As such, he would also close the blinds and curtains over the windows which were typically open and looking over the grounds. The man was much too invested in his beloved pet to even consider his typical hobby of stargazing, evident by the telescope positioned on the patio behind a pair of ajar double doors which lay between two of the windows. These doors were closed, locked, and covered with a curtain. <br><br>The man turned to face his pet, grinning still. <br><br>"You'll have to forgive me for rushing," he said, "I must admit, Amelia, I am quite excited that you chose to remain here with me." The man made his way over to her. He had slowed down now, making sure to not startle her with his movements as he hoped they hadn't before. Once he was within arm's reach, a hand rose to brush back a stray lock of her opalescent mane from her face. <br><br>"Indeed, sleeping alone can become quite lonesome after a while," he added. His smile faded ever so slightly. This was visable for but a second, as the man would turn away and make his way to the closet left of the door they had entered through. He tore the doors open and began rummaging through the clothes that lay within. It was a full moment before he appeared once again. He carred a white lace night gown. The material of which was quite obviously transparent. This garmant was lain ever so gently onto the bed. The man then took a seat beside it, and turned his gaze onto the young woman whom he had purchased less than an hour ago.<br><br>"Please remove your clothes," he ordered, in a low, calm voice that made the directive seem almost a suggestion rather than an order. <br><br>"But keep your shoes on." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 18:54:01</strong>
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				Amelia had a feeling her master would want her in his room that night; he had probably given her a choice so she could have a smooth transition into his home.&nbsp; While he seemed to want her to be comfortable, it was plain that he had his own objectives.&nbsp; The dull click of the lock was a bit more ominous than the locks in the slave house; there, she was locked up by herself, but now she was locked in with a stranger.&nbsp; He obviously didn't want to take any chances with her.&nbsp; A shiver ran through her as he moved to close, lock, and cover all other windows and doors to the outside.&nbsp; She was beginning to get used to his eager grin, but it still scared her a little.<br><br>The apology was unexpected, but she had to smile when he admited to his excitement, which was certainly not a secret.&nbsp; Her hands were clasped behind her back as she watched him, keeping perfectly still when he approached her.&nbsp; He was being so careful with her...Her eyes followed his hand that tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and replied, "I'm glad you are so pleased, Master."<br><br>The girl bit her lower lip anxiously when his grin faded and he turned away from her.&nbsp; For a moment, she was worried she had done something wrong, but her nerves were eased when he began digging through his closet.&nbsp; His sudden shifts of mood and direction were just another thing she would have to get used to.&nbsp; He wasn't angry with her, he was just...distracted.&nbsp; She leaned over a little, trying to see what he was up to, but snapped back to her near-perfect posture by the time he turned around again.&nbsp; Seeing the nightgown, she knew exactly what he wanted from her at the moment before he even said anything.&nbsp; It was beautiful, nightwear she could never have been able to afford when she lived at home, not to mention she had no one to wear something like that for...Blushing lightly, she cast her eyes down with a quiet, "Yes, Master," before reaching behind her head to unhook the straps of her dress.&nbsp; With the halter straps undone, she carefully unzipped the back, sliding the garment down her body.&nbsp; Just as he requested, she kept her shoes on and stepped out of the black fabric that had pooled about her feet.&nbsp; The last thing to go was the lace strapless bra.&nbsp; <br><br>Hating herself a little for it, she made sure he got a good look at her, naked and in heels, before she reached for the nightgown.&nbsp; She slipped the white lace over her head, and turned on the spot so that he could see how it looked on her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 10:26:41</strong>
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				The man watched his pet strip intently. His eyes running over every porcelain curve of her delicious form. He felt his pants tighten uncomfortably as his manhood once again came to life, now awaiting it's chance to be buried to the hilt within this fine young woman. He would allow his manhood this indulgence, as he, too, wanted to fill Amelia. This had been true for months now, as the transaction and delivery process he had to endure to receive her had been long and arduous. <br><br>Not wanting to wait any longer, the man rose. The distance that lay between the two of them would close quickly. His hands fell onto the girls gently curved hips. It was evident that the baby's rear smooth flesh he had felt on the inside of her leg was present elsewhere, as well, as he could feel it here too. He let out a shuddering breath as his hands moved upward, pushing the hem of her nightgown up, as well.<br><br>Whilst the man's hands were busy, his lips met hers again. It was a short, gentle meeting of mouths that lasted for but a moment, as the kiss broke suddenly and the man swept around the woman, now standing behind her. His hands remained on her hips as he growled a single order into her ear:<br><br>"Bend over the bed." <br><br>She wanted to get to know him? What better way that to feel his cock fill her every orifice. I do mean fill, as in every last inch of her would encounter this tool. However, he would start off slow. She would not be tested this night, for fear of overwhelming the poor girl. No, tonight would be all about intimate, straight-forward intercourse. As such, once the girl had bent, the man began to remove his clothes. Jacket, then shirt, then shoes, then pant. It took but a moment for him to be reduced down his but his shorts.<br><br>The front of these shorts bulged out threateningly. This man was, at the very least, just a few inches short of a foot. Eight to nine, to be precise. It had a definate girth to it, as well, but it would not be painful to receive. <br><br>No, what she would feel was pleasure. Absolute pleasure.<br><br>Or so he hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 04:55:53</strong>
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				Amelia tried to ignore the way her master looked at her while she stripped and dressed again.&nbsp; He obviously liked what he saw.&nbsp; Other than his little inspection during the car ride-- No, even then, he had been good to her.&nbsp; There had been unwanted touching, but at least he had been patient and gentle, trying to help her relax and adjust.&nbsp; He called her his beloved; it made her feel like a pet, but she knew she would be taken care of.<br><br>He had waited long enough.&nbsp; The time for being careful with her was now over, that much was plain when he rushed to her, his hands on her hips.&nbsp; As his hands roamed her lower regions, she had to remind herself that her body was his to look at or touch in any way he saw fit.&nbsp; She shuddered at the soft brush of the fabric against her skin, moving farther and farther up her thighs...It was uncanny how they had both shuddered at almost the same time, but she knew it was for completely different reasons.&nbsp; She watched him carefully, trying to anticipate his needs and intentions, as she had learned in her training.&nbsp; Her hands rose to rest against his chest when she obediently accepted his kiss, not pushing him away, just a little pressure for additional closeness.&nbsp; It ended too quickly, and he had slipped behind her before she could really get into it.&nbsp; His firm grip remained on her waist, and she fought every urge she had to look at him over her shoulder.&nbsp; He had given an command, and it sent shivers down her body as she leaned forward onto the bed, resting on her elbows and forearms.&nbsp; <br><br>The quivering did not stop, especially when the girl heard the rustle of clothing being removed.&nbsp; Her upper body lay still on the bed, save for the shaking, and she gripped the soft sheets tightly in her hands, bracing herself for what she suspected would come next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 05:33:47</strong>
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				The man grinned. <br><br>His hands ran over his pet's bare rear end, making sure to push the hem of the nightgown he'd given her up some for better access. He allows a hand to fall back some to cup one of her cheeks and give it a squeeze. It then releases the cheek, swings back, then forward, giving the girl's rear a firm slap. A grunt of approval raises from the man's throat as he watches her rear ripple with the force of the slap. His other hand then swings backward like the one before it, and slaps the opposite cheek. The man is, again, pleased with her rear, and her reaction. <br><br>"It is uncanny," he says. "You are perfect in every conceivable way. I could not possibly be more lucky to have found you, my beloved." Another couple of slaps rain down on the girls rear from varying angles and with various levels of force. Never would these strikes be thrown with enough strength to damage or hurt the girl, though pain was undoubtedly felt. Yet, it would subside quickly, thought the heat generated did not. By now, the man's cock is throbbing lewdly in his shorts. He cannot wait any longer. <br><br>The shorts are removed. His cock is tilted down, and the head would be pressed against her the delicate flower between her legs. He would push with a gentle force to penetrate, before slowly allowing her the honor of feeling his entire length fill her. He did not stop until his front pressed against her rear. A groan rumbled in the man's throat. The fit was undoubtedly perfect. Already, the man felt his knees weaken ever so slightly. Nevertheless, he pushed on, and pulled back. He took hold of her hip with one hand as his own hips began slow thrusts into the girl. He made love to her with the entirety of his manhood. Feeding her every last inch before pulling out until just the helm remained within her, and repeating. Over and over, with gradually increasing speed and force. <br><br>"Oh, fuck, Amelia," the man grunted, as he thrusted into the girl's sex. He bit his lip, free hand grabbing her other hip..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 06:34:15</strong>
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				Taken by surprise, Amelia was unable to contain her surprised squeak as her master's hand fell on her rear in a sharp slap.&nbsp; The sting was minor, the blow not being very hard at all, just enough to make her ivory skin turn pink...but not nearly as much as her face was with embarrassment.&nbsp; She was more prepared for the second slap, and she was able to keep herself from crying out again.&nbsp; She had heard about this sort of thing from her friends, but she never expected it to ever happen to her...or for it to excite her like it did...What the man said to her made her shamed blush even brighter.&nbsp; She buried her face in the sheets, replying with a muffled, polite, "Thank you, Master..."<br><br>She managed to keep still as he finished issuing his spanking, but she dared a quick glance over her shoulder at him when she heard his shorts sliding down his legs.&nbsp; She saw his manhood for one brief moment before facing forward once again.&nbsp; She'd had boyfriends before, and things got serious on a physical level, but she had never had sex.&nbsp; Her virginity had definitely been a significant factor when her previous captors had decided on her pricing.&nbsp; She bunched her fists even tighter at the feel of him brushing against her slit.&nbsp; Closing her eyes tightly, a soft whimper escaped her lips as he entered her for the first time.&nbsp; She could feel him tearing through her in that first slow intrusion.<br><br>More whimpers followed with each thrust into her.&nbsp; Soon enough, though, she had overcome the pain and was actually able to appreciate the odd sensations their lovemaking was giving her.&nbsp; She was breathing faster, and even starting to move her hips a little in time with her master's movements.&nbsp; Had the circumstances been different, she probably would have taken more enjoyment in the experience, emotionally in addition to the physical pleasures she felt now.&nbsp; All she could do was focus on the way he made her body feel, ignoring the feeling of being completely trapped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 04:08:33</strong>
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				The man began to gradually pick up speed. After just a few moments' time, he was feeding her his entire length. The connection of his front to her rear bringing forth a noise that reverberated throughout the room with each and every thrust. The look in his eyes was of pure, animalistic lust. A passion that drove him to reach forward and take a handful of his servant's hair, and pull. Not hard. But firm enough that Amelia would no longer be able to bury her face in the bed she bent over. The bed which stifled the noises that came from her. These were sounds that he wanted to hear. Masking them only made him want them more.<br><br>"Let me hear you scream," he growled, wearing a toothy smirk that revealed the presence of two elongated incisors. They were the fangs of a predatory beast. One that preyed on Amelia now, and for the rest of her life. He have her dusky mane a yank. The man was getting quite rough now. It was obvious that he was more than just a little bit invested in this moment. His large manhood was swollen and throbbing, and filling Amelia to the brim with each and every thrust of his hips. But, just as quickly as it had speared her, it was gone. Amelia was empty now. Her hair had been let go. <br><br>He had taken a step back. His cock was still fully erect, and wanting much, much more from her. <br><br>"Come here," he barked, pointing to the floor before him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 04:58:25</strong>
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				Amelia was so very ashamed of herself.&nbsp; She didn't know this man, her master, at all, but there she was, encouraging him with the movements of her hips, and moaning softly in pleasure.&nbsp; How could she be enjoying this?&nbsp; It made her feel so dirty.&nbsp; She didn't want him to hear that she was taking pleasure in what he was doing to her, but she was suddenly pulled up from the bed by her hair.&nbsp; She arched her back, now unable to muffle her voice with the blankets.&nbsp; Her breathing was faster than it was when she first entered his room, and she bit her lip, trying to contain her lustful noises as he thrust into her again and again.&nbsp; That growl in her ear sent shivers through her spine, and she gave him what he wanted.&nbsp; Her mouth opened and brought forth her own testimonies of how he made her feel, loud moans and cries of, Oh my God!"<br><br>She obviously hadn't <em>screamed</em> to his satisfaction, but the yank on her hair drew out a sharp yelp.&nbsp; To her surprise, this excited her even more.&nbsp; His increased pace, the strength behind each thrust, it all made her scream in ecstasy.&nbsp; The sheets were gripped tightly in her fists, and she could feel herself getting closer to her climax.&nbsp; She was about to announce to her master that he was going to make her cum soon, prepared to beg for permission if he required it of her, but he pulled out too soon.&nbsp; She fell upon the bed, gasping, once he let go of her hair.&nbsp; She needed more.&nbsp; She had gotten over her shame by now, and turned around to face her master, ignoring how exposed her body was to him.&nbsp; He could look all he wanted, as long as he let her cum.<br><br>The girl saw him there, standing boldly with his erect, throbbing cock.&nbsp; She wanted so badly for him to fill her once more.&nbsp; Meeting his eyes, she knew what he wanted from her when he gave his order.&nbsp; She smiled coyly and stepped forward, obediently kneeling in front of him.&nbsp; Her eyes were fixed on his cock for a moment, before she looked up at him, licking her lips.&nbsp; It was obvious what he would ask of her, but she wanted him to feel that she would do her best to anticipate his needs.&nbsp; She also wanted to make sure she wasn't overstepping boundaries, and asked permission before acting.&nbsp; "Master?" she whispered, leaning a little closer to his cock.&nbsp; "May I?&nbsp; May I please suck you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 17:58:01</strong>
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				"Do it," said the man, wearing a vicious sneer. He had complete control over her now. She was putty in his hands now. Again, he took hold of the girl's hair, and then he would feed her his cock. Allowing her to nurse upon his rigid length as she so chose. Whether or not she would be allowed the sweet release of an orgasm depended on how well she serviced that thick cock that was now threatening to plug her throat. Also dependent on how well she did was which orifice he would fill to bring her to that orgasm. <br><br>Although, the more he imagined it, the more he wanted to fill her rear. So that might not be entirely true. Atleast, not after a few minutes. The man would probably have his mind made up after just two to three minutes. <br><br>He bit his lip and watched her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 05:26:52</strong>
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				Those two words set Amelia to work almost immediately.&nbsp; Giving him one more coy smile, she started trailing her tongue along his cock, tasting her own juices on him.&nbsp; It wasn't her first time doing such things for a man; it had been a long time since the last, but she was confident that she could please him.&nbsp; She had just begun circling the head of his stiff member when his fingers wove into her hair, prompting her to start sliding him into her mouth.&nbsp; The girl sucked greedily at his cock, massaging him with her tongue.&nbsp; One of her hands balanced her by resting on his hip, and the other was tightly wrapped around the base.&nbsp; She started out slowly, but gradually picked up the pace as she started bobbing her head, sliding his length in and out of her mouth.<br><br>The entire experience only added to her own arousal and excitement.&nbsp; Tasting herself on him, and feeling his hand in her hair, lightly tugging, made her squirm with delight.&nbsp; His reaction to it all was, by far, the very best part.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 10:50:08</strong>
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				The man wore a sinister grin as he watched the young woman at his greedily nurse his stiff manhood. Feverishly pulling and yanking on it's length. Bringing forth feelings and sensations long thought to be lost in the long period of abstinence. <br><br>His grip tightened, teeth clenched. A growl rumbled from deep within the man's throat, guttural and animalistic. He wanted her now more than ever, but he restrained himself. She was doing quite well, and was enjoying herself, he could plainly see. The man was beginning to become very impressed with her, and her reactions to what she was being put through. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 17:49:29</strong>
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				Occasionally, those deep green eyes would glance up at the man, watching his reaction.&nbsp; In turn, he was watching her work; that would have been enough to please her, but the look in his eyes gave her a heightened satisfaction.&nbsp; Her hand that had been firmly wrapped at the base of his cock drifted a little lower, gently stroking and fondling his balls.&nbsp; Her other hand lightly raked his thigh with her nails.&nbsp; She wanted to see how he would respond to <em>that</em>.&nbsp; She could see it in his face and feel it in the tight grip on her hair that he was already making an effort to control himself, to make this last.&nbsp; Just how much could he handle?&nbsp; How much could he take before he exploded, or demanded to get inside her again?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 08:14:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man felt his knees weaken. He moved 'round the girl, and seated himself upon the bed she had been bent over a few moments beforehand. Her ministrations kept him on his toes. Hopefully they would not be disrupted by his movements. It would be a shame for her to lose the momentum she had begun to build up. Even though the man's suppression of climax kept her from getting too ahead of herself.To be fair, though, he had to concentrate quite hard to accomplish this, as this young girl happened to be a talented fellater, much to his surprise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 16:08:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On her knees, Amelia followed him as he moved toward the bed.&nbsp; She had to stop sucking on him, for fear of accidentally hurting him with her teeth.&nbsp; Though, she kept stroking him with her fingers and licking him.&nbsp; When he had finally settled, she didn't put his cock back in her mouth.&nbsp; Instead, she nuzzled and kissed it, treating it as if it were the most precious, desirable thing she had ever seen.&nbsp; As she swirled her tongue around the tip, she glanced up at him and then slowly took him into her mouth again, as far as she could go.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 09:37:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man let out a long breath, head tilting back. His torso tilted backward, hands digging into the bed behind him. His chin raised, head fell back. His eyes closed. The man seemed to have just drifted off into a state of ecstasy-induced comatose. The only way of knowing that he was still alive was the subtle movements of his chest. Raising, falling, raising, falling. Slow breaths taken at uneven intervals dictated by the female's tender nursing. To say he was enjoying this treatment is the understatement of the century. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 13:13:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amelia was very pleased with herself; men always seemed to like what she did when she went down on them, and this man's response was typical.&nbsp; There was one odd thing about him, though.&nbsp; He was lasting longer than anyone she had ever done this for, not that there were many...His control was something she had never seen before.&nbsp; Soon after she resumed bobbing her head, sliding his cock in and out between her lips, she had to stop for a moment.&nbsp; She slipped him out of her mouth so she could rest her jaw and breathe properly.&nbsp; She knew enough to breathe through her nose, but at the moment, she needed all the oxygen she could get.&nbsp; Wanting to keep him happy, she continued to tenderly stroke him, glancing up at his face.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 12:51:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was fatigue in her expression. He could see it. Wanting not to wear her out too quickly, the man reached down, a single digit curled under her chin and beckoned her to stand. He would stand, as well. He then stepped aside. A hand swept 'round, presenting the bed to her while simultaneously signalling the girl that she should crawl upon it. He did not command that she assume any specific position. This would be left up to her. She had earned this small measure of comfort due to her exceptional fellating.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Spared the Gory Details...(Yyrkoon and Songless)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songless Siren</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 16:27:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl had learned a long time ago that men loved it if they believed their sexual partner couldn't get enough of them...more specifically, if they couldn't get enough of their cock.&nbsp; So, when her master gestured for her to get up, she obeyed but glanced down at his member, almost mournfully as if she wanted more of it.&nbsp; Whenever she tried to boost her boyfriends' confidence this way, she usually had to exaggerate, but now...There was no need for pretend; she really did want more.&nbsp; She wondered what he was planning next; as much as she enjoyed giving him head, she wanted to feel him inside her again.&nbsp; Another wordless signal sent Amelia onto the bed.&nbsp; She crawled up along the mattress and sat up among the pillows, since he hadn't given further instructions.&nbsp; Surely it wasn't time for sleep...Her legs folded themselves at her side as she arranged herself, watching him eagerly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
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