The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)
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				Title: <strong>The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>23-02-2007, 23:11:26</strong>
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				Jenna glanced up from beneath the curtain of her hair, as she stood on the block.&nbsp; She was naked, but that meant nothing to her, she had worn clothing very rarely during her nineteen years.&nbsp; Her eyes darted about the room, curious to see who might bid for her.&nbsp; She knew she had no say in the matter, but she did hope she might be bought by a kind Master, or Mistress.<br><br>Her previous Master had died suddenly, and her Mistress had decided to sell everything, and everyone that he had owned.&nbsp; The bidding started, and the girl's heart started to pound.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>24-02-2007, 04:06:34</strong>
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				He'd been in dock for a couple days, had sampled sparingly of the port's nightlife.&nbsp; And, if he was honest with himself, Tasser really had no idea what perverse twist of fate or subconscious drew him toward the auctions.&nbsp; Unlike most of the crowd of gawpers and foreigners, he'd known for years that just because the government outlawed slavery toward the core, the outer colonies didn't have nearly enough law-types to enforce anything like that.&nbsp; Already, years of nearly forgotten experience allowed him to pick out the types among the buyers.&nbsp; And even though he'd been out of the business for a while, he could still price every body brought up on the block.<br><br>Take the girl they'd just brought up.&nbsp; She looked experienced, wasn't overtly worried or concerned, probably not her first time.&nbsp; On the one hand, that could be a good sign, driving her price up.&nbsp; On the other hand, too much experience with the blocks wasn't good.&nbsp; He tilted his head a little, allowed his eyes to zoom in and look her over, as he calculated.&nbsp; Back when he'd been with the firm . . . he'd guess three, four thousand easy.&nbsp; Of course, in bidding, probably down around two, unless the auctioneer had proof of her good behaviour.<br><br>Tas realized he must have been thinking out loud as the auctioneer pointed toward him and called, "Yes, fifteen hundred to the man in grey.&nbsp; Fifteen hundred, do I hear seventeen?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>24-02-2007, 13:13:25</strong>
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				Jenna quivered slightly as an older man, dressed in opulent robes bid the seventeen the auctioneer requested.&nbsp; Her quiver became a tremble as a shout of "19" came from a group of drunken spacers.&nbsp; She tried not to let a look of terror cross her face, but she wasn't sure she succeeded.&nbsp; She knew her fate if that group bought her.&nbsp; She would be passed around for days, until they tired of her and threw her out of an airlock or until she they destroyed her with their abuse, whichever came sooner.&nbsp; Either way she was dead. She had heard the stories from other slaves, and knew this was what happened.&nbsp; <br><br>"19" the auctioneer confirmed the bid.&nbsp; "Do I hear 20?"&nbsp; His gaze went between the two other men that had bid, a youngish man in grey standing alone, and the older man in his robes.&nbsp; Her eyes flew to the younger man almost pleading with him to make a bid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>24-02-2007, 16:40:58</strong>
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				Tas looked over the others bidding.&nbsp; He knew the types.&nbsp; The older guy was probably either into boys, in which case she was safe in that respect, or he was one of the twisted types, hiding behind a mask of civility.&nbsp; The drunks, well, they wouldn't pay that much anyway.&nbsp; Probably stiff the auctioneer.&nbsp; Still, he had some spare credits, for once, may as well keep going.<br><br>"Twenty-one hundred," he found himself saying.&nbsp; Probably a good price, likely more than either opponent would pay on a public auction.&nbsp; If she were going privately, he'd figure more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 01:47:12</strong>
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				The auctioneer had seen the look on the girl's face, and he too had heard the stories about slaves being abused, and although he was a business man, he had daughters, and the terrified expression had given him a pang of conscience.&nbsp; <em>I must be getting soft in my old age</em> was the thought that crossed his mind, as whilst the group of spacers and the old man were considering their next bid, he had brought down his electronic gavel and yelled "Sold!&nbsp; The man in grey for twenty-one hundred!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 14:09:18</strong>
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				Tas shook his head in a mix of disbelief and disdain.&nbsp; The former because he'd actually been down here and bid, the other because he could see the auctioneer's reluctance to end the bidding.&nbsp; Still, he went over to the guy's broker and handed over his card.&nbsp; There was a good three, four thousand on there, so he wasn't too worried.&nbsp; All the rest of his reoutfitting was covered already.<br><br>While the auctioneer's staff went over the formalities of transfer, Tas stood and waited, his eyes occasionally flicking over toward the older man and the drunks.&nbsp; Who knew if they might take offense somehow?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 21:38:46</strong>
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				Jenna almost sobbed with relief as the gavel came down.&nbsp; She saw the man who had made the bid shake his head, and was puzzled by this reaction, but she was too content with the situation to let it worry her.&nbsp; Her eyes glanced over to the other bidders and as her eyes ran over the spacers, and she saw one of them snarl, stand to his feet, his hand on the blaster at his side.&nbsp; Her breath caught in fear, but then one of the others grabbed his arm, said something to him, and his expression changed. He laughed, nodded, and subsided, so she assumed that he had realised there were other slaves to buy.&nbsp; She was relieved for herself, but felt a pang of conscience thinking that one of the other girls had that fate in store.<br><br>Here eyes went back to her new Master, who waited patiently for the paperwork to be sorted, and then she felt a tug on her collar, as she was led towards him.&nbsp; Her heart pounded as she reached his side, and she dropped to her knees in the position she was most familiar with, and waited for his instructions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 22:26:24</strong>
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				He'd noticed the drunkard too, but between the distance and crowd, Tas didn't let himself react beyond his right hand moving a fraction of an inch closer to his own sidearm.&nbsp; Somehow, he doubed the other spacer's was set anywhere near stun.&nbsp; His own was always there, these days.<br><br>As soon as the paperwork was done, the credits transferred from his account and the deed copied to his datapad, Tas looked ove rhis new acquisition.&nbsp; Like he really needed someone else on his ship.&nbsp; He was still baffled as to why he'd bought the girl, but such was life.&nbsp; Nodding to the auctioneer's staff, he automatically gestured for the girl to get up.&nbsp; Apparently old habits never really died.&nbsp; With a frown at himself, Tas motioned her down the corridor back toward the docks.&nbsp; Once they were out of earshot, he asked, "What's your name?&nbsp; I'm Tasser, but you can call me Tas, everyone else does."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 23:04:53</strong>
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				Jenna immediately got to her feet as she saw the gesture, and followed the Master as he moved down the corridor toard the space dock.&nbsp; She answered his question, the way she had been taught. "This girl has no name unless you choose to give her one, Master...er...Tas.&nbsp; Her previous Master, gifted her with the name Jenna."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 05:19:18</strong>
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				"Alright, Jenna," Tas murmured as they continued along, "once we're near the dock, we'll get you some clothes, then you're free to go."&nbsp; Curse some weakness, sentimentality maybe, possibly a sense of chivalry that developed too late.&nbsp; Whatever.&nbsp; He wouldn't turn out a nude woman on the docks alone.&nbsp; She wouldn't last an hour, it'd be a death sentence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 08:14:06</strong>
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				Jenna's heart fluttered with excitement at the prospect of clothes, just as any woman's would.&nbsp; She was so happy with that thought that it took a moment to register the rest of his words.&nbsp; A puzled frown came over her face, as she tried to work out what she had done wrong, that he would want to get rid of her immediately.&nbsp; She dropped to her knees, crawling beside him, her voice breaking as she pleaded with him.&nbsp; "Please forgive this girl for speaking out of turn Master, but p-please she doesn't understand, what has she done that would displease you so?&nbsp; P-please, she b-begs you, g-give her a second chance!" Her eyes filled with tears as she spoke, and she desperately tried to blink&nbsp; them away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 14:14:17</strong>
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				He shook his head, and stopped.&nbsp; "Get up . . . you don't need to crawl," Tas said, realizing now that she'd been heavly trained, "You've done nothing wrong, you'll be free."&nbsp; Than another thought crossed his mind.&nbsp; "How long have you been a slave, Jenna?"<br><br>For the time being, he ignored her third person references to herself.&nbsp; This, he knew, was common practice in training.&nbsp; And he'd seen, and heard, some rough training in the past.&nbsp; Still, she ought to be able to get over that in a month or so.&nbsp; Especially on her own, once she got a decent job.&nbsp; Really, it wasn't his problem after that point.&nbsp; Make sure she had some clothes, enough credits to eat for a couple days, maybe get a sleepover room, and the rest was up to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 22:26:52</strong>
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				Jenna got up because her Master commanded it.&nbsp; She answered his question.&nbsp; "This girl is a slave, Master, she has never been anything else.&nbsp; How can she be free, Master, when she is yours?"&nbsp; She didn't understand at all, the concept of being set free was totally alien.&nbsp; Either you were born to be a Master or you were born to be a slave, and she was a slave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 15:06:33</strong>
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				Hmm.&nbsp; Tas paused, still thinking and waiting.&nbsp; This was going to be more difficult than he'd thought.&nbsp; She was more indoctrinated than he'd have believed.&nbsp; Then again, nearly every slave he'd dealt with in the past had been abducted and forced into it.&nbsp; Alright, a compromise.<br><br>"I can see this is going to take a while," he decided aloud, "Tell you what . . . let's focus on getting you some clothes, then you can come with me to the next port.&nbsp; We'll talk and you can read on the way, then I'll turn you loose there."&nbsp; A week or so on ship ought to help out, he hoped.&nbsp; Or maybe not.<br><br>Without waiting for a reply, he set out again for a shop he'd seen the other day.&nbsp; Women's clothing, near the docks.&nbsp; In fact, just a few berths down from his own ship.&nbsp; Once they were inside, he called one of the employees over and explained, "I'd like an outfit for her . . . uh . . . loose knee length skirt, say medium blue?&nbsp; White, front lacing, corset-style top?"&nbsp; Somehow, he doubted Jenna'd have made much of a decision if he'd just asked her.&nbsp; So, he chose some items he though would look good on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>01-03-2007, 08:18:54</strong>
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				"ohh Master, thank you so much!"&nbsp; The girl felt as if she had been given a reprieve from a death sentence.&nbsp; She was too emotional to take much notice of what clothing her Master chose, just grateful that he was willing to clother her, and was not dismissing her from his service just as yet.<br><br>If she could prove herself worthy to be his slave, to serve all his needs, and more, perhaps he would change his mind.&nbsp; As the shopkeeper went to find the clothing he described, Jenna again sank to her knees, pressing her face against his hand.&nbsp; "Thank you, thank you Master!&nbsp; This girl promises to be a good slave for you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>01-03-2007, 14:09:59</strong>
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				"Jenna . . . I don't need a slave," Tas insisted, though he didn't try to withdraw his hand, "I run my own ship, its small, and there's no crew.&nbsp; This is good.&nbsp; Normally I don't even take on passengers."&nbsp; He shook his head, but withheld the sigh he felt rising.&nbsp; She'd been through enough already today.&nbsp; More importantly, it was becoming increasingly obvious that she wasn't ready for anything but servitude.&nbsp; Maybe a week lounging on a ship would help.<br><br>His thoughts were interrupted by the employee's return.&nbsp; The salesperson handed over the two articles, to Tas since he was the one standng.&nbsp; He passed them quickly to Jenna.&nbsp; "Here, make sure they got the right size."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>02-03-2007, 22:50:12</strong>
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				The girl couldn't really understand what he meant when he said he didn't need a slave.&nbsp; Why had he bid for her if that was so?&nbsp; It almost seemed as if he were apologising for the size of his ship, but that was something else the girl couldn't weigh up.&nbsp; She would go where he told her to go, sleep where he asked her to sleep, and eat what food he allowed her.&nbsp; <br><br>Jenna took the garments from his hand, and quickly put them on, loving the feel of the fabric against her skin.&nbsp; She looked up in wonder, her face alight with delight, at the sight of herself in a mirror.&nbsp; Her hand smoothed the soft blue fabric of the skirt, and she again fell to her knees at his side, murmuring softly "Thank you, Master, thank you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-03-2007, 20:01:44</strong>
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				He had to admit, the outfit did look good on her.&nbsp; Better than he'd expected.&nbsp; Still . . . "Get up, Jenna," he said, holding out a hand to help her up, "I'm supposed to undock in less than an hour.&nbsp; Prep'll take at least half that."&nbsp; After getting under way there was little to do, most times, but getting undocked and out of the system could be tricky, especially in a busy port like this.<br><br>Quickly, Tas hurried through the corridors, a swift walk rather than a run or jog.&nbsp; He tapped a few things on his datapad and flashed it to the customs official at the docks.&nbsp; It had his own papers, cargo manifest, and bill of purchase for her called up.&nbsp; Once they were waved through, he nodded toward the airlock, "Go on ahead, I'll override the lock from here.&nbsp; I need to talk to the dockhands for a minute, then I'll come aboard, so settle in, there's a spare cabin on the left side of the corridor to the cockpit.&nbsp; You can have that one."&nbsp; The one on the right being his and the two in the rear currently being used for storage since he didn't have any passengers this trip, aside from her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>05-03-2007, 13:21:07</strong>
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				Jenna hurried along by his side, almost running to keep up with his swift walk.&nbsp; When he asked her to go ahead, she was a litle dismayed, she felt very vulnerable, and really wanted to stay with him, but he had commanded her, so she obeyed.<br><br>She walked to the ship he had indicated, and as she neared, the door slid open with a hiss, making her jump.&nbsp; She was trembling slightly as she made her way into the craft, and looked around for the cabin he had told her to settle into.&nbsp; She knelt in the middle of the floor, ignoring everything in there, fixed her eyes upon the open door, and waited for her Master
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>05-03-2007, 14:29:38</strong>
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				A short while later, she could hear loud thumping on the passage to the ship.&nbsp; The source was revealed a few moments later as Tas stormed into the corridor.&nbsp; For the moment, he didn't seem to notice her.&nbsp; Rather, he was certainly fuming, almost red in the face, and muttering something about "damn seals" and "cheap pumps."&nbsp; Apparently there'd been bad news from the dock monkeys.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>06-03-2007, 00:05:07</strong>
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				Jenna wasn't sure what she should do, when she heard the Master's anger,&nbsp; so stayed put where she was, out of the way.&nbsp; If he hadn't called for her in a few minutes she would go to him and ask if there was anything he needed her to do to help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-03-2007, 20:03:30</strong>
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				Tas ignored the open cabin door as he passed by to the cockpit.&nbsp; Right now, she was the least of his worries.&nbsp; A broken seal that the dockers had initially missed, which now ended up putting him in debt to the station, was of greater importance, in his mind.&nbsp; He had enough presence of mind to shut the door to the bridge, though, before venting again.&nbsp; He'd thrown himself into the pilot's chair and fumed for a few seconds before the routine of undocking started to calm his nerves.<br><br>Flipping switches and setting controls took his whole attention.&nbsp; He couldn't be distracted by much, with a station and other ships out there to run into.&nbsp; All he needed right now was additional charges and costs for accidentally damaging another ship . . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>07-03-2007, 19:11:28</strong>
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				Jenna was not psychic, but it was not difficult to sense the Master's distress, and she desperately wanted to go to him and offer help.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what she could do, other than serve him, help him relax, and be whatever he wanted her to be, but she was his, and she would do whatever she could to help him.<br><br>She made a decision, and moved to kneel by his feet in the cockpit.&nbsp; She didn't speak, or do anything to try and distract him, just waited patiently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>08-03-2007, 20:14:06</strong>
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				Just before she left the room, a loud clang reverberated through the ship as the umbilicals from the station disconnected.&nbsp; A few moments later, the ship lurched as Tas backed it away few the dock and started a slow turn to point the vehicle toward his target jump point.&nbsp; By the time she reached the cramped cockpit, the ship was more or less moving on its own, though Tas still sat in the pilot's seat.&nbsp; From behind, it was difficult to tell what he was thinking or doing, but his shoulders were fairly relaxed, given that he was still tweaking the controls from time to time.<br><br>The small room was just big enough for three people, the ship's usual compliment of bridge crew.&nbsp; It looked like a pilot and co-pilot pair of stations in the front and one seat near the back, probably for comms or weapons, if the small ship was even armed.
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>09-03-2007, 21:18:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;Jenna was happy to be on her knees near her Master, and she would be would be happy to stay there forever if he so wished.&nbsp; &nbsp;She glanced up at him from time to time, watching him as he worked, in a way glad to have this time to become familiar with him before he started to make requests upon her.<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>11-03-2007, 16:41:01</strong>
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				He seemed to be in his own world for a time, making minor course adjustments and otherwise ensuring that they didn't ram into another ship or piece of debris.&nbsp; After a few minutes, though, Tas finally seemed to notice her.&nbsp; He glanced over and tossed his head toward the rear, "I'll be busy up here for the next hour or so, 'til we clear the traffic area.&nbsp; Then we'll make the jump and autopilot'll handle things.&nbsp; It's going to be pretty boring up here."&nbsp; Or so he hoped.&nbsp; If it wasn't, then they were in trouble.<br><br>"If you wanna freshen up, there's a shower in your room.&nbsp; Galley's small, but pretty well stocked, about another two meters aft, if you're hungry," he continued, "If you need anything else or directions, just ask.&nbsp; Cargo area and engineering are off-limits to passengers, but they're clearly marked."
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>12-03-2007, 20:08:21</strong>
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				Where Tas was showing her kindness and consideration, as he would to any other person, Jenna heard commands.&nbsp; She heard him tell her to shower, and then prepare him some food, so that was what she did.<br><br>She went to find the shower in her room, and took a shower, it was thorough, and efficient, but she didn't luxuriate in it, and it was quick as she could make it.&nbsp; She dried herself hurriedly, dressed herself once more in her new clothing, then went to the galley to prepare food.&nbsp; She didn't know her Master's preferneces, so prepared a selection from the food she found, put the plate upon a tray she found, and carried it through to him, kneeling by his side, and presenting the plate to him, arms upraised, prepared to stay in that position until her muscles screamed, so that he could eat from the plate for as long as he wanted.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>12-03-2007, 22:30:35</strong>
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				By the time Jenna was done, he'd gotten the ship near their jump point.&nbsp; After a few last second adjustments, Tas levered himself out of the pilot's seat in time to see her returning with the tray.&nbsp; A slow smile crept across his lips as he looked over the food she presented, then he shook his head.<br><br>"They didn't feed you, did they?&nbsp; Enough there for two days," he said, gesturing back toward the tiny galley, "Go ahead and eat in there, if you want.&nbsp; Or your room, that's fine too.&nbsp; You'll probably find wrappers and things all over this part of the ship."&nbsp; He didn't keep regular meal hours, being alone and all.&nbsp; Usualy that meant grabbing whatever food was handy whenever and wherever possible.
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>15-03-2007, 00:34:59</strong>
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				The girl looked puzzled.&nbsp; "Master, this is for You.&nbsp; This girl will eat when You feed her.&nbsp; She would not presume to eat the Master's food, unless He gave it her with His own hand."&nbsp; She stood with the tray in her hand, totally bewildered.&nbsp; She was beginning to think he was testing her, to seeing if she had been properly trained.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>15-03-2007, 17:17:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tas shook his head and steered her back toward the mini-galley.&nbsp; "Look, you're going to be freed once we dock in a week.&nbsp; By then you'd better at least know how to feed yourself," he said as they reached the small space, "Here, set it down on the table, take a chair.&nbsp; We'll both eat."<br><br>He took one of the three chairs and waited, watching her.&nbsp; In a way, he was testing her training.&nbsp; And, at the moment, he'd decided it was unfortunate that she'd been taught so well.&nbsp; Breaking through would be difficult, probably not possible in a week.&nbsp; Still, it was either try that or keep her and he'd already taken a loss on this trip.&nbsp; The value of the goods he carried would barely cover his debt and reoutfitting.&nbsp; He'd have to take contract work at the next station to build up some capital again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 00:10:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You wish me to sit on a chair Master?"&nbsp; She wanted to make sure she understood, and wasn't being presumptuous.&nbsp; Wen he indicated that she should sit, she complied and waited for him to eat.&nbsp; The sight and odour of the food was making her stomach growl, and she was sincerely hoping that her Master hadn't heard.&nbsp; She was hoping he would give her something to eat though to rid her of the hunger pangs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 19:31:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tas nodded, "Yes, sit, take a chair.&nbsp; Eat as much as you like, whenever you like or need to.&nbsp; There should be enough on-board for four people for a couple weeks.&nbsp; Always helps to have a little extra, in case of delays."&nbsp; Like the time his engines cut out in the middle of nowhere.&nbsp; Took close to a month to get something juryrigged so he could get close to the normal traffic lanes again.&nbsp; 'Course, that'd been before he started stocking extra.&nbsp; Live and learn.<br><br>"Aside from the obvious, what skills do you have?"&nbsp; Dropping her off simply to take up a whoring life, he thought, didn't seem like a great idea.&nbsp; Heck, if she even had some skill at cleaning, she might get a good job at a sleepover or restaurant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>19-03-2007, 22:19:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl found his words difficult to comprehend, and most unlike any Master she had ever known.&nbsp; She slid herself into a chair, and perched her bottom upon the edge, not feeling comfortable at all.&nbsp; She still waited for him to eat, and to give her the food that she was to eat, it was just impossible for her to take food, without it being given to her, that seemed so presumptuous. <br><br>Jenna didn't really understand his question about her skills either, she was a pleasure slave, what other skills should she have?&nbsp; "This girl is skilled in many ways of giving pleasure Master," was the best answer she could manage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>20-03-2007, 14:08:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she didn't reach for anything, Tas slid the tray toward her, so it was centered between them.&nbsp; Not eating at the moment, he leaned back in his chair and regarded her.&nbsp; He did his best to ignore her exposed cleavage and the swells that formed it, years of relative solitude and deprivation coming to his aid in that respect.&nbsp; The small time trader shook his head after she replied.<br><br>"Obviously," he said, slowly, "But I mean beyond that.&nbsp; Any other skills?&nbsp; Or talents?&nbsp; Cooking?&nbsp; Waitressing?&nbsp; Cleaning, clothes or houses?&nbsp; COmputer skills?"&nbsp; He really doubted the last one.&nbsp; After all, a slave with a talent for computers, and the knowledge to use that talent, would be dangerous and more likely to escape.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>21-03-2007, 19:45:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt a bit panicky as he questioned her about skills as if she were disappointing him already.&nbsp; <br><br>"This girl is sorry Master, but she has been a pleasure slave all her life, and her previous Masters have not seen fit to train her in any other skills."&nbsp; Her head hung dejectedly, and still she didn't eat anything, as he hadn't eaten.&nbsp; <br><br>"This girl can learn new skills if You wish to teach her, Master"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>22-03-2007, 19:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing that she still wasn't eating, Tas asked point blank, "Are you hungry?&nbsp; Don't lie or try to figure out what I want you to say.&nbsp; Just tell me, yes or no, are you hungry?"<br><br>On one hand, he wouldn't be surprised if she was limited in her knowledge of skills.&nbsp; On the other, she may have talents and skills she didn't yet know about.&nbsp; He fervently, and entirely to himself, hoped that the latter was the case.&nbsp; Otherwise, he might never be rid of her.&nbsp; And that'd probably increase his debt substantially, since there was no way he'd sell her off to anyone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>24-03-2007, 13:45:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The panicky feeling continued to rise as he asked her if she were hungry.&nbsp; He seemed as if he were angry with her, but she couldn't work out what she was doing that could be making him angry.&nbsp; Her fear made her stammer, as she replied to his question.&nbsp; <br><br>"Y-yes M-master, this girl is hungry."&nbsp; The quiver in her voice, was matched with a feeling inside her, and if she had held her hands out, they would be shaking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>24-03-2007, 19:16:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded slowly and gestured toward the food, "Then eat."<br><br>Though he'd meant to keep his tone even, Tas realized a heartbeat later that he'd edged in a hint of command.&nbsp; Probably something she needed, he thought as he shook his head.&nbsp; Slipping into old habits.&nbsp; Far too easily.&nbsp; That part of his past was done and over, it shouldn't be coming back.&nbsp; After half a decade he'd hoped the training he'd received would be gone.&nbsp; That didn't bode well for trying to break her training . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>26-03-2007, 02:34:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna was relieved when her Master commanded her to eat.&nbsp; She still had trouble as he hadn't eaten, but she did manage to reach out a hand and pick up a morsel.&nbsp; She didn't look at him, as she slowly chewed the food, but found it delicious, and when she had finished the mouthful she murmured.&nbsp; "Thank you, Master."&nbsp; She wouldn't take any more until he gave her further permission.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>26-03-2007, 16:10:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No need," Tas replied, rising slowly, "Eat as much as you want, cheapest cost on this run.&nbsp; I'm gonna head to my room, the one across from your's, and read a bit."&nbsp; The trader mentally shook his head.&nbsp; He really needed something to get his mind off his current financial woes.&nbsp; And her, if he was honest.&nbsp; A little light reading, one of the recent mass produced adventure stories should do it.&nbsp; They were mindless drivel, but that was good occasionally . . . junk food for the mind.<br><br>Without looking back, he went into his cabin and reclined on his bunk.&nbsp; The door remained open, in case Jenna needed anything.&nbsp; Within seconds, Tas was becoming immersed in a datapad scrolling text down the screen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>27-03-2007, 02:39:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna complied and continued to eat, slowly and carefully, until she was satisfied, as he had commanded.&nbsp; She cleared everything away in the small galley, and then wondered what he would have her do now.&nbsp; She pondered a moment, then without making a sound, she crept into his room, and curled herself on the floor at the foot of his bunk.&nbsp; <br><br>That was the best thing to do she had decided; she was available when he wanted her, and yet wasn't disturbing him whilst he read.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>28-03-2007, 05:34:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For the time being, he had nothing for her to do.&nbsp; In fact, Tas wasn't even really reading.&nbsp; His eyes were moving across the text but his mind was elsewhere.&nbsp; There was the debt to consider and what the heck he was going to do with her.&nbsp; She had no skills of note, at least none he'd want to turn her loose dockside with.&nbsp; She'd be hooked on something and working for a cheap whorehouse within a day, or picked up and sold again.&nbsp; A lamb amongst the wolves.&nbsp; Sadly, he knew that one all too well.<br><br>Unbidden, memories of his former trade came to mind.&nbsp; Roaming the port looking for strays.&nbsp; Tas shook his head, clearing away the memories.&nbsp; that was done and over.&nbsp; In the past.&nbsp; Wasn't going to happen again, not as long as he still had at least a part of his ship.<br><br>He didn't seem to notice Jenna's arrival . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>28-03-2007, 13:53:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna didn't mind that her Master didn't acknowledge her, or speak to her when she curled at the foot of his bunk, she was just 'there' for him, if and when he needed her.&nbsp; In fact it made her feel more comfortable than she had since she arrived on the ship.&nbsp; This was more how life should be according to her experience.&nbsp; To be in the service of a Master, ready to be used, safe under his protection, was, as far as Jenna was concerned, the best that life could offer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>29-03-2007, 04:04:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After about half an hour, still lost in his thoughts, Tas rose on autopilot.&nbsp; He was mulling enough over that he didn't seem to notice Jenna's presence.&nbsp; With a low groan, he stretched and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to land on the gunbelt that already occupied the room's small table.&nbsp; Soon his boots and pants followed, as he started humming to himself - a little thing that he did unconsciously when he was thinking and not distracted by something else.&nbsp; More or less hairless, save for the obvious places, he had a fair physique, a one time athlete gone to seed.&nbsp; Not that he'd ever actually been an athlete, at least not formally.&nbsp; Running down streets and scaling fences hardly counted as Olympic sanctioned sports . . .<br><br>Leaving everything on the floor, he stepped into the room's small shower and turned the tap.&nbsp; Within seconds, the trader was happily standing beneath a jet of fresh water (which would be recycled throughout the trip), washing off the smells and feel of the station.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>31-03-2007, 12:21:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When her Master got up to shower, Jenna was almost asleep.&nbsp; It took her a moment or two to get to her knees, waiting for some instructions from him as to how she could help.&nbsp; When he just got on with undressing himself, and got into the shower cubicle, she thought to herself that he must be expecting her to tale some initiave herself, testing her, as to her abilities.&nbsp; He had asked her about her skills after all. <br><br>She decided to fold his clothes, and make everything tidy, then looked around for a towel so that she could dry him when he came out of the cubicle.&nbsp; When he emerged he would find her on her knees holding out a large towel, ready to serve him in whatever way she could.&nbsp; Drying him off would be a good start, she thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-04-2007, 00:55:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				About twenty minutes later, having thought over his situation and washed the station off, Tas stepped out of the shower.&nbsp; He'd assumed she would be across the corridor, where she had a room.&nbsp; So, the pilot's shock was understandable when he stepped out to find her kneeling a few inches away.&nbsp; On automatic, Tas stood just past the stall door processing everything.&nbsp; Normally his reactions were faster, but he also didn't normally have a kneeling woman with a towel in his room when he stepped out of the shower . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>03-04-2007, 01:28:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna thought nothing of her Master standing still as he saw her; to her it was natural that he would stand for her to towel him, so that was what she proceeded to do.&nbsp; <br><br>She started with his lower legs, gradually working her way upward, carefully and thoroughly drying his skin.&nbsp; She hummed, a soft low soothing sound as she worked.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-04-2007, 00:54:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unsure of what was going on, exactly, since he'd never had a slave himself, Tas just stood still and let her do her thing.&nbsp; If he was honest, there was just a bit of shock going through his head at the moment.&nbsp; As she dried his damp skin, the pilot found himself wondering which was more sureal, the fact that there was a woman toweling him off or that she was humming as she did it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 14:05:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl worked her way around his body, around to the back of him and standing to work up his back to his shoulders, carefully and thoroughly drying his skin.&nbsp; She worked over his shoulders, then down the front, ending up at his groin.&nbsp; Then, kneeling once more, as she had been taught, she proceeded to lift his manhood to her mouth, and began to lick him dry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>12-04-2007, 01:02:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time Tas fully recovered mentally, she was already done with the towel.&nbsp; He was about to get Jenna up when she took his half-solid shaft between in hand and started licking at it.&nbsp; Even then, the pilot was on the verge of stopping her . . . in spite of himself, though, he didn't.&nbsp; After all, a small part of his consciousness said, she'd admitted to having no other skills and she should pay her passage somehow.&nbsp; Besides, the voice continued, she owed him for saving her from the other buyers.<br><br>Meanwhile, beneath her skilled tongue, not only was the water disappearing, but his organ began to lengthen.&nbsp; It twitched a little each time her tongue made contact, growing visibly longer and thicker.&nbsp; Tas was faintly surprised there wasn't a stronger reaction, it had been several months since he'd last been with a woman . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 08:25:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna loved the twitchy reaction she got, and began to use more of her skills to please her new Master.&nbsp; Instead of just using her mouth to dry him gently, she began to use her mouth to pleasure him, using her tongue to caress the places she thought might please him most, and sucking gently.&nbsp; The more response she got, the harder she worked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 21:27:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Losing himself, Tas leaned back against the door of the shower cubicle.&nbsp; He let her do as she wished for the time being, conscious thought currently being lost in a pleasant haze of desire.&nbsp; Between her lips, the pilot grew to his full dimensions, filling her mouth and unconsciously seeking the back of her throat as she moved down, his own hips pushing upward.&nbsp; Soft, barely there, and meaningless sounds passed his parted lips each time she found a good, sensitive spot.&nbsp; Once, as she engulfed nearly as much of his length as she could, he emitted a low groan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 11:05:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Encouraged by the soft sounds of pleasure that her Master was emitting, the girl redoubled her efforts, sucking him gently, swirling her tongue around the head, and taking him deep into her throat as she could without gagging.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand came up to fondle his balls, her gentle caresses designed to please him as much as she could.&nbsp; As he responded to her ministrations, Jenna found herself become aroused, there was nothing that she enjoyed more, than to give her Master pleasure, and the intimate erotic act sent heat flooding through her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 19:08:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pleased, and groaning faintly as she practically swallowed his shaft, Tas involuntarily ran his fingers through her hair.&nbsp; In the process, he caressed her cheek and bare shoulder.&nbsp; The pilot could feel that he was getting close as she started to touch him.&nbsp; His leg muscles began to twitch, so without thinking, he sank toward the floor.&nbsp; The motion was slow enough to keep him from leaving her talented mouth.&nbsp; By the time he was sitting spreadlegged on the floor, one hand was holding back her hair while the other was brushing against the firm flesh of her breasts, just lightly passing over the top of both mounds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 06:46:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His touch set the girl on fire, and due to her training, he would merely have to say the word for her to orgasm.&nbsp; Of course she would not, could not, until he commanded her, no matter what he did to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mouth never left its task as he slowly slid to the floor, and she continued, her head bobbing, the fingers tangled in her hair pulling gently with the rhythmic movement, as she sucked and sucked, her own feelings irrelevant, her only thought to make this moment the best she could for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>27-04-2007, 21:25:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she continued suckling at his organ, Tas' hand moved of its own accord.&nbsp; Soon it was working its way beneath her top, groping for a breast.&nbsp; Each time she reached the most she could take at a time, he forced her a fraction of an inch further before pulling back up on her hair.&nbsp; He felt his release coming, but wanted more of her, enough to almost instinctively order, "Unlace . . . your top . . . girl."<br><br>The whole time, Tas' conscious mind replayed events from his past.&nbsp; The times he'd been rewarded with some time in his boss' personal harem of slaves, the time he'd illicitly sampled one of the captives before handing her over, and his first oral experince led the way.&nbsp; They were followed quickly by the briefings in which his boss had been simultaneously training and taking new slavegirls.&nbsp; All arose unbidden, insinuating themselves into his current psyche, slipping through the cracks of the mental walls he'd created to shut them away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 13:37:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl complied with his instruction, managing to accomplish the task one handed, so that she could still continue what she was doing, as she obeyed him.&nbsp; Soon her lush breasts were free to his gaze, her nipples standing in stiff peaks, aching for his touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 00:56:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Without pausing for pleasantries, Tas reached out and cupped one hanging mound.&nbsp; He squeezed her breast tightly a moment later as his shaft spasmed between her lips.&nbsp; While his seed was propelled into Jenna's mouth, he massaged and kneeded her, occasionally brushing or pinching a stiff nipple with or between his knuckles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>05-05-2007, 23:58:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna swallowed the gift that her new Master gave her gratefully, loving the hot salty tast of him.&nbsp; His attentions to her breast were sending tingles of delight through her, and she was beginning to find it difficult to hold back, as her nipples were so sensitive.&nbsp; She had been trained to come with only stimulation of the hardened peaks, but had been given no permission, so she would keep her control, even though it was becoming increasingly difficult.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>08-05-2007, 22:44:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaning back against the wall, Tas rested with a content smile across his lips.&nbsp; Absently, his mind on autopilot and falling back to old ways, he quietly said, "Reward yourself.&nbsp; Touch yourself, while I watch."&nbsp; A nice ending, he thought, to the whole day.&nbsp; Especially since he'd not had a good day to begin with.&nbsp; Things were looking slightly upward, despite the fact that she wasn't entirely productive or financially helpful.&nbsp; Still . . . there was the possibility of renting her out, possibly to passengers . . . no, no, he woudln't do that.&nbsp; Even if he was sliding into the old ways, he wouldn't go back that far.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>08-05-2007, 23:39:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna obeyed.&nbsp; She slid her hand down to her sex, parting her lips, and finding her sensitive nub.&nbsp; She slid her hand over it down to her honeyed canal, to get a drop of moisture on her finger and rubbed gently.&nbsp; Her other hand went to her nipple and rolled it between the finger and thumb.&nbsp; <br>She moaned and thrashed her head, her face in a grimace, as she was still holding back. Her Master had said she could reward herself, touch herself, but had not mentioned a release.&nbsp; When she knew she could hold back no longer, she would have to stop or be presumptuous, she gasped out. "Please Master may this girl come?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 01:09:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tas moved to sit on the bunk, where he could still get a good view.&nbsp; He watched for the relatively short time it took and realized that she'd already been more aroused than he'd thought.&nbsp; When Jenna asked for permission, the pilot merely nodded.&nbsp; Only a few heartbeats later, he wondered if she'd noticed, or what she'd do if she hadn't.&nbsp; The answer might give him a better insight into how deep her training had gone . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>17-05-2007, 08:52:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl was watching closely for a response, so she saw his slight nod, relaxed the hold she had on herself, and cried out as the sensation swamped her, making her shudder and jerk, her head thrashing, as her body released the wonderful tension, and swept her along on a wave of pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>21-05-2007, 00:19:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched, pleased despite himself.&nbsp; It had been a while since he'd last done that.&nbsp; And the physical sign of his approval hadn't diminished at all.&nbsp; Even so, Tas reflected, he hadn't meant for any of that to happen.&nbsp; She was a passenger, he admonished himself as the hormones at play in his body were overridden, nothing more.&nbsp; Yes, he'd bought her and all that, but not to use her.&nbsp; Only to free her.<br><br>Roughly, he ordered, "Get dressed and out of here."&nbsp; More annoyed with himself than anything else, the pilot swore he wouldn't allow that to happen again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>27-05-2007, 12:38:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl's face fell, although she quickly schooled her features, got up, bowed slightly and mumured, "Yes Master."&nbsp; She wondered what she had done to displease him, as he had seemed to enjoy what she was doing.&nbsp; <br><br>Her body was still warm and tingling, but she felt like crying, as she gathered herself and her things, and left him to return to the quarters he had issued.&nbsp; She quickly dressed herself, then lay on the bunk, and sobbed silently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>28-05-2007, 19:37:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For his part, Tas dressed quickly and moved to the cockpit.&nbsp; He needed time to think and cool down.&nbsp; What had happened, yes, he'd enjoyed.&nbsp; Both parts.&nbsp; But, he'd also promised himself that he wouldn't do it, either part.&nbsp; Especially after his life to date.&nbsp; Not that much good had gone on in the last few years.&nbsp; Since leaving the syndicate, things had been slow, barely scraping a living together.&nbsp; Enough to keep the ship and have it more or less running, but sometimes not even that.&nbsp; Mostly because there were some things he'd so far refused to do, like transporting drugs, guns, and slaves.&nbsp; Or working for another syndicate . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Responsibility of freedom (Vandren and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>04-06-2007, 02:11:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna sobbed for a while, but then started to give herself a severe talking to.&nbsp; Things could be a whole lot worse. Here she was in tears because the Master had dismissed her.&nbsp; He hadn't beaten her, he hadn't sold her, he hadn't starved or mistreated her in any way.&nbsp; What was wrong with her?&nbsp; She dried her eyes, and took a deep breath, trying hard to count her blessings.&nbsp; She had many blessings, and it was ridiculous to get upset because of what happened.&nbsp; Her training had taught her to behave better than this.&nbsp; She realised that the Master would be well within his rights to beat her if he found her in a state like this, so she managed to get herself onto a more even keel, and tried her best to calm herself, eventually relaxing enough to drift off to sleep.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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