The Male Slave
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Kai on 18-11-2008, 02:52:29</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 02:52:29</strong>
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				The Black Market; A legendary, mythical place. It has many locations, though they are well-hidden and only the rich people know of it. Here, no laws apply and one can find things they never knew existed. Besides firearms, forbidden tools, and rare furniture, the market also deals in slaves. Slaves all kinds; Male, Female, Hermaphrodites, even species such as furs and nekos.<br><br>In the slave area of the Market, stood a fat, smelly dealer. He reeked of different scents, most of which are quite foul. This man obviously cared of nothing but money, and his slaves showed that. Of all the slave dealers, he had some of the best buys. One was a young cat-girl, barely legal for anything, but quite cute at the same time. Another was an older man that seemed to be quite obedient, though also seemed to have no will to live. Finally, the one that stood out the most was a tall wolf fur. He was in a cage, and had a collar attached to a chain connected to the wall behind the cage. He seemed to be about 6'1 and had silver eyes. His muzzled maw drooled with anger as he continued to growl at everyone who went by. His arms were cuffed behind him and his legs tied together. Clearly he could be quite dangerous if freed, and many questioned what made him a slave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 03:33:29</strong>
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				Her eyes looked around the market, taking in the sights and sounds before her. Everyone had their own stands to show off different products but she was here for only one thing: Slaves. The last slave she owned had been in her household for more than twenty years and the many years had started to wear and tear on the human slave. For now, she wanted to replace and give her old slave a release to spend the last of his years as a free man. With her old slave freed, she needed another one to take his place. Marguerite had no worry about whether it was a male or female and even if the new slave was human or not. What was most important was finding a slave to take home with her.<br><br>"What about this one?," Marcello commented as he pointed to a stand where there was a young cat girl, an older female and a wolf tied and cuffed down. She smiled at seeing the cat girl and frowned. "This one has not even gone through puberty let alone the age to keep one," she muttered. She disliked dishonesty and it seemed this fool had sought to sell an underage cat girl in this place. With how the laws of marketing went even in the black market, Marguerite never bought underage or even baby slaves. However, wolves were another thing. The way the wolf was tied up, she had an inkling it was a new one to the form of slavery. Good. She would be able to take him and break him easily. "This one," she said and pointed to the tall wolf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 03:55:41</strong>
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				The bound wolf snarled at the woman and her companion as she approached. He didn't like this person anymore than he liked anyone else. When she pointed out she wanted him, he snarled louder as his maw drooled and he started to try and break free.<br><br>The fat old salesman licked his lips and grinned. "Ahh... You like the lively one do you?" He looked over the woman, snorting lightly. "I must warn you, he is quite aggressive and removal of any of his bindings can put your life in danger. I suggest you purchase a pole taser to be safe." He said to her, placing the object on the table. "The slave will cost you 200 grand, this species isn't easy to find. The taser, being considered a lethal weapon, will net you an addition 10 thousand if you choose to purchase it." The salesman smiled at his offer. Honestly, he was offering both for a little cheaper than they usually cost; But not by much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 04:22:04</strong>
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				Smirking, she shook her head at the salesman. He had no clue who she was. She had her hood over her hair to keep her identity a secret but she was Marguerite De La Cruz. The infamous Cruz who came from a long line of Basarabs though she was adopted into the family of men who were famous in their own times. A woman of a different name but not of a different family was one to watch out for. "I do not need the taser and bring him along Marcello. Place him in the truck," she answered, shaking her head. She paid the seller the money though she warned him to watch himself with the underage slavers. <br><br>She laughed at seeing the wolf try its best to scare her. "You do not scare me one bit," she teased and taunted it. It would get to know not to mess around with her. Reaching forward, her hand grasped around its neck. "Do not fuck with me, little puppy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 04:33:31</strong>
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				The salesman just grinned and shrugged. "Alright lady. Don't blame me if you lose a hand." He said and took the money. "By the way, this is the Black Market, nothing's illegal here. We sell to please." He said with a laugh and removed the chain from the cage. "Have fun with him. He'll be a handful."<br><br>The wolf continued to snarl and growl at the woman. He might not scare her, but she doesn't scare him either. When she grabbed his neck, he tried to snap at her, though his muzzle was bound. He would speak if he could, though the nuzzle prevented it. For now, he decided to follow to the truck, if she decided to remove his bindings, she would regret it. He didn't sign up for this, and did not enjoy it, and she'd be the perfect person to take his anger out on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 04:53:25</strong>
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				Her eyes went to the salesman and sneered at him. She pulled down her hood to hear people at the other stands gasp and bow their heads to her. "You do not call me lady, sir. I am Miss Marguerite, heir of the Basarab line. Do not forget the fact of what Vlad has done before because I will do it again but double it." He would know his place as well as her new slave. <br><br>Nodding to Marcello, he managed to haul the new load into the back of the truck. There, the truck would take her new specimen to the Victorian house situated on top of a grand hill. Once the pair of them arrived home, she would have Marcello lock her and the new slave in a room together. There, the two of them would get out their anger out on one another. For her, she had lost a dear slave. For him, she had no clue but she guessed it was the thought of becoming a slave to a female. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 05:04:24</strong>
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				Isaac growled and snarled at her as he tried to break the cuffs on his hands and feet. He tried to speak to her, though it only came out as angered muffles. 'Let me out of these binds woman, I dare you!' He spoke in his head, knowing the look on his face virtually spoke that thought. A bit of creaking could be heard from behind his back as the cuffs began to bend a bit. He was seriously infuriated, not just because he's bound and now a slave, but because he's a slave to the most notorious family. The last people on earth he'd want to meet. Drool dripped from his maw as he continued to growl and snarl, his tail moving furiously behind him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 05:33:15</strong>
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				Marcello managed to throw the new pet into the room with Marguerite, leaving her be inside of it. He knew she could hold herself against this mutt. Plus, she would have a few tricks up her own sleeve as well to deal with the mongrel. She had her knives at her sides and waited for her new pet to remove itself from its bindings. "Oh, you never call me woman, either, my lovely pet. Never," she whispered as she leaned against the locked door. Marguerite could wait it out until she had to deal with this little monster of hers. She had all eternity to do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 05:41:07</strong>
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				Isaac continued to drool and snarl as he clinched his fists. The bindings finally began to give way to his inhuman strength. After a couple minutes, one of the clasps on his wrist finally broke, many shards falling to the ground as he stretched his claws. Clasping the other one, he wripped off the cuff and rotated his arms. Now that his hands were free, he reached up behind his head and undid the muzzle, throwing it at the wall to his side. Finally, he reached down and pulled off the clasps on his ankles.<br><br>Wiping his muzzle, the wolf glared at the woman. "God, that slobbering makes me seem so primitive." He said to himself, before snarling at her. "Look, WOMAN, I by no means wanted to be here. You and you're fucking race of humans put me in this. And seeing as you were stupid enough to let me free, I'll take it out on you." With that, he ran at her, claws out and mouth gaping wide, bearing his sharp rows of teeth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 17:15:54</strong>
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				Marguerite smirked at the wolf boy, ready to dig her nails into his flesh. He acted just like William when he tried to act mighty and above his station. Well, she had shown him the error of his ways and she would do the same to this new one. Palming the knife, she waited out until his last binding came off. An extraordinary creature he was, guessing his age to be in his early twenties. The prime in any wolf's life as far as she remembered. <br><br>He would be using that prime on her before he knew it. Smirking as he wiped off his muzzle, she leaned casually against the door, waiting for him. Oh, the woe is me speech, she thought. He was a simpleton and she would see to it he knew his place. His place was beneath her foot and when he came at her with his claws and teeth, she shot back with her own fangs and elongated nails. Werewolf against a vampire. Classic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 23:20:33</strong>
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				The wolf snarled at her when they clashed. "I refuse to be anyone's slave." He growled and dug his claws into her. "I'd rather die." His maw drooled with anger and frustration as he glared into her eyes. This woman annoyed him, greatly, and he refused to be anyone's pet or slave. Letting out a loud howl, he attempted to throw her to the ground and use the time to escape through the door, noting the silver barred windows. "Bitch. I don't care who you are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 23:31:53</strong>
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				Laughing as she felt her skin split, blood drenched the front of her dress. It was no matter, she could always find another dress to replace this one. Her skin started to weave itself together as she jumped at him and sliced her knife at his stomach. "Haha, you will obey me, puppy," she hissed and wrapped an arm around an ankle and pulled at it with her strength. He would obey. No matter what.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 23:39:22</strong>
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				The wolf yelped as she forced him down and howled out when she sliced his stomach. He snarled and whined a bit before laughing. "What would be in it for me, huh?" He asked her, now thinking that it might be interesting, at least until she let her guard down long enough for him to escape. He took a deep breath and calmed down a bit, breathing heavily. "Maybe being here is better than in that fucking cage."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 23:43:42</strong>
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				She took the opportunity to straddle him and pin his shoulders down with her hands. It would hold for as long as she could keep her mind at the task at hand. He was a virile wolf as far as she can remember and from what she heard, lycans were known lovers in the bedroom. It depended on the fact that most of the woman had died with a smile on their face but for Marguerite, dying was never an easy thing to go through. "Imagine this, you trained and honed into a fine wolf where I will give you the supplies needed to take out those who have wronged you. The wolf poachers, the seller, hell, even the family of wolves who might have done nothing to help you get away," she answered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 00:17:44</strong>
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				The wolf looked up at her with a snarl and glare still in his eyes. Knowing she wouldn't kill him, even if he tried to convince her, he nodded and let out a deep sigh. "Alright, fine. Fair enough. But I won't do anything demeaning." He said to her with a growl in his voice. "Now, how about getting off of me? You don't need to hold me down any longer." He moved his arms back so as to lift himself up off the floor a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 00:16:29</strong>
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				Perfect, she thought to herself. He would know his place in her household before too long. This new slave of hers might think he was a tough wolf but when she pushed him through the trials to make sure he was in peak condition, he would know better. "Oh, afraid you are going to like it?," she asked and growled right back. Marguerite went even to show her fangs at him and put the point that though she paid a lot for him, he was not going to give her any lip. She moved off of him and winked, fixing herself right.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 07:02:42</strong>
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				The wolf continued to gaze into her eyes as she looked at him and spoke. He had no intentions of bowing or graveling to this woman, but he would at least do as she asked, for now. He rolled his eyes and snarled when she insulted him. "No. I just refuse to do anything degrading to my nature." He replied, climbing to his feet. He brushed himself off and breathed deeply. "Let me guess. I'm supposed to call you mistress and wear a collar too." He said sarcastically, not really having any intention to do either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 17:37:21</strong>
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				To his nature, he said? Why, most of the things of his nature degraded him. He drooled constantly and smelled of dead animals and the acrid smell of blood. A good bad would do him well and a trim to get rid of the knots and tangles she noticed on his physique. Even a healthy diet would put some weight on him. One in his prime should be able to hold more in a fight. The way he acted, she would have to keep an eye out on him. She laughed at his words, shaking her head, "You call me Miss M and you merely wear leather cuffs on your wrists, wolf."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 19:51:39</strong>
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				Isaac brushed off his body as he stood there, waiting for her reply. He'd look around the room just to see what all was in it. When she finally replied, he smiled a bit and looked back at her. "Well, that's not so bad. I'd rather wear cuffs than a collar any day." He said with a bit of a laugh as he walked over to her. "Well, Miss M" He spoke with a sort of sarcastic tone. "What will you have me do first, huh?" He didn't really care what it is, just so long as he didn't have to do something out of his nature or impossible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 20:03:17</strong>
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				"First you need a bath, a long bath with much soap and shampooing," she answered as she sniffed the air around her. He was putrid, she guessed the seller had not bothered to wash the wolf for fear it might bite off a limb or rip out his throat. She could understand that was a precaution but now that he was in her household, he would get use to bathing and grooming everyday. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 21:34:06</strong>
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				He rolled his eyes a bit and shrugged. "Well, alright. That's fine." He replied, walking over to the door. "Where's the bathroom, and what should I know about it before I enter?" He figured things would be different here than most places, just guessing. "I agree. I probably reek. I was sitting in that cage for a few days straight." He yawned a bit and tried to open the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 23:35:10</strong>
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				Smirking to herself, she walked close and struck across his face. Too fast for a human to see but she wanted him to feel the blow to his face. "Watch where your fucking eyes roll, wolf before I pluck them out for you." He wanted to be a little smart ass she would let him know she did not tolerate any of it. He might be allowed to take revenge against those who harmed him but if he continued with his ways, he would end up in the basement given a nice punishment. "Watch your tongue as well or would you rather I cut it out?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 02:36:00</strong>
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				Sighing deeply, he made his way towards the bathroom. "Alright, Alright. How about a warning instead of always resorting to violence?" He said with a frustrated tone, flailing his tail behind him. He constantly extend his fingers then fold them again into fist as he walked, showing his frustration. With a bit of a snarl, he opened the door to the bathroom and stepped in, closing the door and locking it behind him. Without a second thought, he turned on the water and began drawing himself a bath. "I really could use one of these."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 03:10:55</strong>
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				Smiling, she clicked her tongue and watched him walk away. Her eyes caught onto the movement of his fists but she would let that one go. Though the next time he tried to have a sarcastic comment thrown her way, she might end up throwing him into one of the walls. Besides she needed to renovate one of the rooms and had no need to hear power tools going on in her house. At least if he angered her enough, she could pick him up and bulldoze the wall she needed to go down without having to pay a cent and he would learn a lesson in discipline. <br><br>Marguerite made her way towards the bathroom, knocking on it to let him know she was here. "You do realize these locks do not really keep anyone out?," she asked as she opened the doorknob with a twist but gave the door another knock to disengage the lock mechanism on it. The locks were only there for the peace of mind on the slaves but were hack jobs to keep anyone out. Opening the door, she poked her head inside to smile at him. "Wash behind your ears as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 03:29:06</strong>
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				He was just stepping into the water as she opened the door. He gave a light snarl and looked to her. "Oh don't worry, I won't forget. And please, at least allow me some privacy. Unless it is required you watch." He turned away and sat down in the tub, relaxing in the water. "Usually I just shower, but this is comfortable." He spoke with a blissful tone as he relaxed in the warm bath water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 04:01:46</strong>
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				Rubbing her hands together to elicit more bloodflow to surge through her cold veins as she sat on the closed toilet seat. He had to be kidding himself that he would be given privacy considering what had happened between the two of them a few minutes ago. Her new pet was on probation until further notice and he was going to sleep in her room in the new box of pillows made for him. "Nice to see you relaxing though you will be given a hair cut and primped for dinner tonight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 04:11:53</strong>
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				He shrugged. "Whatever. Do what you want while I'm sitting her. But I swear to god, if you make me bald, you WILL regret it." He snarled at her once more. The wolf grabbed the shampoo and started to wash his hair, sinking his fingers into his hair and washing it thoroughly. When he had finished he moved on to washing his body, slowly starting from his face and working his way down his body, along his arms, torso, legs, and of course, nether regions.<br><br>Rinsing himself off, he looked at her. "Well, you gonna cut my hair or are you gonna sit there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 04:18:38</strong>
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				Laughing, Marguerite had to hand it to to him, he had some cajones. Big ones apparently by the way he was rinsing himself off. Alright, she peeked over at him though if the size of his nether regions were any indiction, she was going to have a good night. "Nope, no baldness though if I remember correctly werewolves are known for growing out their fur faster and shedding more than a dog," she commented, smirking before she threw a towel at him. Being sprayed with dirty water was not the best thing but she would handle that later when she bathed herself. <br><br>A knock came at the door, Marcello coming in a few seconds later to hand over the necessary items for the trim. Marcello was supposed to do the trimming though from the look and the thoughts given to him by his Mistress, Marguerite wanted to do it. Besides, better to have a knife near her at all times around this mongrel, he thought before handing the materials to her. Marguerite motioned for her new pet to sit on the edge of the tub. "Do not worry, it will not crack beneath your weight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 04:48:02</strong>
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				He caught the towel and dried himself off. Though he was werewolf, he still had some human nature. With a deep breath, he sat on the edge of the tub, his back to her. "I am quite fond of the length of my hair. Don't cut it too short please." He said kindly to her for once. If he cared about any part of him, it was his hair and his family jewels. He leaned forward a bit so he wasn't too high up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 05:01:17</strong>
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				Frowning, she glanced over the length of his hair. It was longer than she usually liked her males to have around the house. Hair that long could usually get tangled or end up in a soup dish. Thinking about it, she replied, "You will have to put it in a leather band to keep it from ending up in the food or stuck on something." With that, she started to get rid of the split ends from his hair and work her way on his fur. There were knots in a few of the patches and areas where she needed to get a better outline of his torso.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 05:20:56</strong>
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				He sighed and looked down. "Alright. You can shorten it a bit you want." He said calmly and looked back at her. "The most important things to me are my hair and my jewels." He said with a bit of a glare. "I always wear hair nets and such when I cook anyway." With that, he looked away and stretched out his legs a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 05:23:25</strong>
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				Laughing, Marguerite shook her head. Did he think he was going to be the cook or something of the sort? She would not let him near anything used in the kitchen as viable weapons against her. "Who said you were going to be relegated to the kitchen? You are having dinner with me and it might be best to have the food go to your mouth and not in your hair," she commented as she glanced over his shoulder to admire his jewels. He had some nice jewels and wondered what went on in his head knowing he belonged to a vampire Mistress now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 05:50:42</strong>
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				He felt a little embarrassed with her close to him, but he shook it off. "It was just a reference. I can understand what you mean." He said to her with a bit of sigh. "What's for dinner?" He asked her, just wanting to start a normal conversation for now. He'd like to avoid fighting right now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 05:57:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stroking his fur, she found the place where it had knots and she brushed them out with as best care as possible. The seller was a fool in letting his coat go to waste in such a manner. Once she broke her new pet in, she would show him the ways to teach the seller a lesson. Hell, might even let her pet eat the seller though she guessed it might give Isaac indigestion or an upset stomach. Shaking her head of such matters, she continued to cut and trim his fur and hair. She merely took the split ends of his hair and left it long for now. He still would be required to wear a leather band around it and she let him know about it. "Dinner shall be steak, potatoes, corn, peas, vanilla ice cream, coffee and wine," she whispered close to his ear before she went back to work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 06:13:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He winced a bit when she straightened his hair and cleaned his knots. "Mmm... Well, I won't complain then. Would it be too much to ask for extra steak?" He said with a bit of a laugh. He moaned softly. Things were pretty calm, considering they were fighting earlier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 06:16:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"None at all since we need to bulk you up from the starvation plan the seller had forced you into. Need all the food you can stuff down your bleeding gullet," she answered, her Irish accent slipping a bit. Marguerite had assumed she had stomped out the accent from interfering with showing a pet his place. She knew her own history with how she came to be but to be reminded of it with her accent slipping every once in a while was something she disliked. Finishing the cut and comb, she stepped back to admire her handiwork, letting him know he was done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 06:46:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded and stood up. "Well, at least I know I'll get fed well while I'm here." He smiled to her and wrapped a towel around his waist. "And by the way, that accent suits you." He smiled again before walking towards the door after drying his legs. "So, what am I supposed to do now?" He asked her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 06:50:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did you think I was going to give you a bowl of mush and dirty tap water?," she questioned as she rubbed the hair she managed to acquire off of her dress. Her wounds had healed up considerably but she needed to change her clothing for the evening's dinner. Not a suitable way to eat with flesh being shown and strips of material hanging off of her. Inwardly, she cursed as he covered himself with the towel, wanting to see his bottom to see if it was firm though she would get a chance later tonight. She let the comment about her accent be brushed aside but she answered his follow up one. "You are to get yourself acquainted with the upper level of the house. There is a gym, a conservatory for my flowers, that place you stay away from. A library, a black room where the naughty pets go to stay in, other rooms as well as my own room."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 07:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded lightly to her. "Afraid I'll ruin your pretty flowers?" He asked with a laugh. "Ah, and what about clothing for me? Or would you rather I wander around naked?" He waited for an answer before he would head to the upper area of the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 07:04:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing, she shook her head at him. "Oh, if you did that I would take one of your genitals and use it as fertilizer for my new flowers if and when you destroy them," she teased lightly but her eyes held the threat in them. No one fucked with her pretty flowers, especially her roses. Smirking, she glanced over his body. "Enjoy seeing you ass naked but there are clothing for you in your room which is my own room," she replied, informing him Marcello would show him to her room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 07:55:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged. "Well, I'm a flower person myself, but I guess I could end up stepping on one with my big feet." He shrugged and started to follow Marcello to the room. When he got there, he put on the clothes she left for him, not really bothering to pay attention to what they were. With a nod, he left the room after changing and started to wander the upstairs aimlessly. He figured he'd start with the black room, since he could finish off with gym and a workout.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 16:17:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcello tried his best not to slam Isaac's face into the wall. He really did not see why his Mistress would want a mangy mutt around the house nor have it sleep in her room. Once arriving at the room, he stayed inside to make sure the mutt did not get any funny ideas to steal or to use anything in Marguerite's room as a weapon. "You will be sleeping in that bed of pillows in the corner," he muttered, watching the mongrel leave the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 21:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I kinda figured." He said to Marcello as he walked out of the door, not bothering to glance at the man. He may be a slave, but this wolf wasn't going to show respect to everyone. Besides, he could easily pick up on the jealousy and anger in Marcello's actions and words.<br><br>The wolf wandered down the hall, to this black room she had mentioned. He wanted to know what was so bad about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 21:55:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While Marcello was itching to slice the wolf to bits but holding himself back, Marguerite was in the conservatory. She was busy trimming her rose bushes and making sure her plants were given enough water and fertilizer. Since the bloody dress was ruined it was of use to be her gardening smock as she scooped dirt to throw in a few seeds before patching it off and giving it a bit of water to get the flower started. She smiled to herself as she listened and watched through Marcello's eyes, wondering how Isaac would react knowing what was in the black room. In the black room he would find a dying corpse of a former slave hanging from a pillar, his arms stretched forwards. The skin on the male's back hung down in strips and there were maggots eating away at the dead flesh of the former slave's legs where she had sliced away till she had hit bone. Good thing Isaac had not eaten for Marguerite wondered if he might retch himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 22:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Isaac opened the door, he immediately gagged. "God, this is a twisted woman. I mean, killing one's own slaves? Fuck." After seeing the sight for a brief moment, he slammed the door shut and turned away. The stench lingered in his sensitive nostrils for quite some time before he removed his hand from his muzzle. "If they're no use to you, sell them." He mumbled as he walked away, towards the library now. "I must remember to avoid that room."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 22:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, Isaac had no clue whatsoever as to why the slave ended up in the black room. The black room was deserving of those who had broken the most vital of rules. The former slave in particular who was in the black room had committed and broken one of the most vital rules of Marguerite's household. Gale, the former slave's name raped and almost murdered one of her own female slaves, Veronica. Veronica at the moment was in the hallway a few doors down from Marguerite's own room being watched over by doctor's. Something had happened for Gale to break the rule about taking another slave without permission or the consent of Marguerite and Veronica.<br><br>Veronica had declined his offer but Gale had known of that as he forceably came onto Veronica. Marguerite had been away on business but Marcello was there in the household to remove Gale off of Veronica. Though in the time it took him to break through the barred door, Gale had broken poor Veronica's hymen and had his hands wrapped around the delicate female's neck. Marguerite's punishment for Gale was fitting for he had used his own body to harm another person she broke his body and let it fester to hurt him as well. She came to care for the slaves who were in her service for a while and Veronica had been one who she watched for a good two years before the thought came of plucking her virginity. With it ruined, she wondered how Veronica faired physically, psychologically and mentally as well after the attack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 22:24:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac shook his head every so often to remove the smell of rotting flesh from his nostrils as he entered the library. He wasn't into books too much, but he has had the rare occasion where he found something interesting. He wandered up and down the isles, looking at the books, but didn't find much to peek his interest. With a heavy sigh, he started back towards the gym, needing to take his mind off things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 22:39:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brushing off the dirt from herself, Marguerite headed out of the room to take a warm bath before dinner. She was surprised to see Isaac coming out of the library, never pegging him to be a reader. Such as interesting information were being revealed to her as he acquainted himself with her house. "Fine yourself anything to read?," she asked as she made her way towards her bedroom door, merely waiting on his answer before taking her leave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 22:50:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked to her and shook his head lightly. "Nothing peeks my interest right now." He replied before continuing to the gym. He knew that he'd enjoy it in the gym most of all, if anywhere. Working out was one thing he loved to do to pass the time. Isaac walked up to the gym and opened the door, quickly stepping in and closing the door behind him without even bothering to look around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 22:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding, she went on her way, leaving him to his own devices. She was not tied to making sure he enjoyed his stay only that he managed to adhere to her house rules most of all. If he wanted to be a damn grouch, she would let him be but if he tried to pull a sarcastic comment on her, he would get it in the mouth. Entering into her room master bedroom, Marguerite slipped out of the ruined dress, padding naked into the master bathroom to bathe herself. Marcello was careful enough to fix her bath while he had been keeping an eye on Isaac and managed to keep it warm enough for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 22:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac decided to start at the bench. Throwing a few weights on either side of the barbell, he laid down underneath and immediately started lifting. He always started with the bench press before going onto anything else. Isaac would grunt with each lift of the barbell as it got heavier from the repetition. With one final grunt, he put it back on it's rest and sat up, breathing heavily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 23:01:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Resting against the tub, she sighed in relief. Her muscles were pleased to have warmth seeped into the cold skin of hers. She would need a drink soon enough but she could hold off for another hour or so. Dinner would be ready for an hour and in the time of eating she would feed. Rubbing her eyes, she wondered what kind of pet she managed to get herself this time. Usually she went for the meek pets but Isaac was anything but meek, making her wonder what lurked in his mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 23:07:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac went and grabbed a couple dumbbells and started to do reps with them. He wasn't one for weight, but believed more in the numerous reps doing the job. If one goes by weight, their arms get tired, and they can pull muscles easily. However, if they go with reps, they slowly build on those muscles and receive fewer injuries. Besides, if he was to get into another fight with Marguerite, he wouldn't want to be too sore to move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 23:11:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Submersing herself in the water, Marguerite enjoyed the pressure of the waiting beating down on her skin. Without the need for oxygen, she was able to keep herself under the water for a long time. She ignored all thoughts and voices, simply letting herself go into a relax state of mind. Hell, she needed it after dealing with Isaac and knowing it would not be an easy task to break him down made her stay in the water far longer than the last few times.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 23:32:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac had finished his reps with the dumbbells and set them back where he had found them. He returned to the bench and set the weights before starting work on his legs. He made sure to work his body evenly, as an uneven body can lead to unbalance and give one a disadvantage when fighting. As he worked though, Isaac looked up at the ceiling and thought about his situation once more. This... woman, had control over him, and he still didn't like the idea. With each thought, his legs started to jerk on the machine from sheer frustration. Sure, the place is nice, and he's being treated fairly, but the fact that someone would overpower him just pisses him right off. With one final jerk, he managed to break the cable and snap the piece right off the bench.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 23:36:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was in another part of her mind she rarely frequented. Usually she played out her fantasies through her pets, submissives, and slaves. However this time she played with herself, imagining a few wicked things. Enough so she found a hand between her legs, sighing as she inhaled water into her lungs. She knew she would cough it up later but right now all she wanted was her own pleasure. The pleasure was ended quickly as she heard the snap of a cable and the thump of something that should not have fallen. Ending her pleasure before it was time, she sat up in the bath, fuming at what had interrupted her fantasy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 23:52:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac snarled and growled as he yanked the metal shard from his leg. Standing up, he gathered the pieces and put them in a pile. Sometimes he'd forget how strong he is and lose himself to his anger. He would break his gym equipment quite often when he had a place of his own. Of course, now, he had forgotten to be careful. "Ah well, someone like her can easily afford a new one." He said to himself aloud as he stood by the door, knowing she'd be walking in, and he didn't want to be caught off guard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 05:15:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Though he waited for her to walk through the door and become amused by how easily he broke the machine, Marguerite did not come. In fact, she was merely finishing up her bath though her need for pleasure was erased from her mind. Marcello would handle to make sure Isaac had not committed suicide or made a mess of breaking the equipment. Right now, Isaac could see she was not crazy about the gym in her home for it was used mostly by those she employed in her household.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 00:29:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac shrugged as he opened the door and made his way back down the hall. So he broke some equipment, it was pretty cheap anyway. With a bit of yawn, he made his way back to her room, having nothing else to really do. "Yo, I'm back from my quick workout." He sat down on his make-shift bed and looked around at the room. "Nice room though, should've taken more time to look at it." He laughed to himself as he spoke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 00:44:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rubbing her forehead, she stepped out of the tub before she slipped into a red bathrobe. She had pulled out the plug in the tub, letting the water drain itself as Marguerite headed out into her bedroom. Seeing Isaac on his bed of pillows was an interesting thing especially after hearing him break the equipment. "Those rarely break since I had it put in merely a month ago," she answered, walking over to her walk-in closet to get her dress for dinner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 00:48:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged and watched her walk by. "Well, sometimes I underestimate my own strength and end up breaking equipment." He laughed lightly. "You wouldn't believe how many gym sets I went through." He sighed and looked at the ground. "It is a nice house though, quite comfortable." He looked up at her. "Those are some nice clothes." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 00:53:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite pulled out a few choices for dinner, placing each dress option on the bed to mull over. Then she brought out the pairs of shoes and the lingerie to go beneath each items of clothing. She was going to let him watch if he wanted but this was her routine and for the next few days he would learn what she did soon enough. "Then I will make sure the machine is made of steel and riveted to the floors in case it happens again," she commented, smirking all the while. She thanked him for the comment and she started to pick which would be the best. A silky material which had a low back? Black little number with a v-neck? Corset paired with a leather skirt? Various choices to choose from.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 01:04:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at the clothes and shrugged. "Hmm... The black one looks like it would suit you best, but the silk one would compliment your figure best. Hmm... However, the other set would probably look best on you." He said, trying to help her. He was just trying to be nice for once and comment her, though he doubted she'd listen to him. After a few minutes he just decided to look away so she could change.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 01:29:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was a bit surprised to hear Isaac's own comments on what would be the best item to wear for tonight's dinner. Marguerite had assumed Isaac would have left the room once he noticed her thinking over what to wear. Usually males she noticed were the least interested in what was the best thing to wear on a date or at an auction. It was a surprise to her senses to see him even thinking of which compliments her the best. "Thank you," she whispered before she went with the silky material because it went with her style and not because she was trying to show Isaac that his opinion was not affecting her own. "I am not shy about changing in front of people," she commented before dropping the robe to step into the dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 01:58:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged and continued to look away. "I'm just showing a bit of respect while remaining to lazy to get up." He replied. His tail swayed lightly behind him as he looked at the desk in front of him. He was basically admiring the random objects around the room. "Just let me know when you're finished. I'd much rather not come across as a pervert."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 02:01:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing, she stepped into her Mary-Jane heels though she would need help to zip up the back of the silk dress. "Go and get Marcello to help zip me into it," she told Isaac waiting for him to throw a smart-aleck comment at her. If he did that, she would have no choice but to give him a nice whack across the face for starting up another sarcastic conversation to which she wanted no part of. It was time to dine and not to fight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 02:04:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac stood up and looked to her. "Why? Can't ask me to help? Or are you afraid I might try to hurt you?" He snarled a bit and looked at her. "Honestly, it would be faster if you just asked me to help instead of having me fetch someone." Looking at the ceiling, he sighed. "Fine, whatever." He put his hands behind his head and went to where he figured Marcello might be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 02:15:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing him snarl, she ground her teeth the urge to teach him a lesson palable in her veins. She had not asked him because he had nails on his fingers and she assumed it might make it difficult to zip up her dress without at least tearing a bit of the material. Marcello frowned at hearing his Mistress's frustration at Isaac. If he did not know it any better, his Mistress was about to ask him to move Isaac out of her room and place him downstairs where the slave and submissive quarters were. "I heard," he muttered to Isaac before he made his way to his Mistress's room to handle her dress where he took orders to remove the pillows and place them downstairs to Isaac's new room. Marguerite wanted no part of him being in her room anymore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 02:26:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac shrugged when he saw Marcello move the stuff to the basement. "Ah well, easy come, easy go they say." He said with a laugh. "Still far better than a cage." With a wave of his hand, he made his way downstairs to the dining room, not wanting to be around anymore right now. "She sure has a strong anger management problem." He said quietly to himself. "It doesn't take much to push her buttons."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 02:58:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcello asked how she faired with Isaac through her mind as he fixed Isaac's new bed downstairs. It was not the basement but a semi-lush room though there was no sink or windows in case he tried to commit suicide or escape. Marguerite frowned and rubbed her forehead, wondering if she remove him from her premises and buy herself a new one who was not about to start an argument every second. "She might as well have thrown you into the street," Marcello said to Isaac as he exited to leave the wolf by himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 03:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac shrugged. "I'm just sick of being looked down upon." He mumbled to himself as he sat on a chair at the table. He looked up at the ceiling from boredom and yawned. "Meh, even I was thrown onto the street, I can escape that slave salesman anyway." He laid his head down on the table now and closed his eyes. It had become apparent that he had not slept in quite some time. The fat slave driver hardly let his slaves sleep, though he fed them well. He preferred to keep them awake through use of drugs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 03:36:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you stopped acting like a sarcastic jackass then maybe you would not be looked down upon," Marguerite muttered into his head as she made her way downstairs. He assumed he would be free of the salesman but a wild pet out of the confines of a household was immediate grounds for poaching or killing on sight. Usually depended on how the pet acted towards its capturer. Stretching her arms, she made her way downstairs towards the dining room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 03:44:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac just ignored her statement as he continued to rest his head. He was quite tired and didn't know how long he would be able to stay awake. With a yawn he turned his head to the other side, his eyes still closed as he felt he was dozing off. He had forgotten about the shard of metal that impaled him earlier and didn't realize the pants he was wearing were already torn and had a bit of a blood stain on the bottom of the leg. He didn't feel much pain in his legs, so hadn't really noticed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 04:49:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite frowned and went downstairs to eat with Marcello. Fine, if he was going to be a jackass he could eat by himself. Nodding to one of her servants, she let her male take the plate of food to Isaac's room. "Do you think he will be best here, Marguerite?," Marcello asked her over a bite of steak. She sipped at her wine, sighing. "I am close to getting rid of him because of how bad he is in being a complete asshole. You know I can handle an asshole but if I am spending most of the time fighting and not teaching him anything it makes me want to sell his ass right back to the owner."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 23:59:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac yawned as he woke up and looked at the food. With a shrug, he started to eat it. "Fine, I'll stay here. The loss of convenience is more your loss than mine." He said aloud. It didn't take him long to finish eating and he laid down on the bed, on his back to stare at the ceiling. "Still, this is better than the streets. Maybe I'll be a little nicer to that woman, even if she is a natural enemy." He said with a bit of a laugh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:04:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding, Marcello continued his dinner with Marguerite. Marguerite on the other hand merely drank her bloodwine and watched her right hand eat his meal. "I do not want him around me anymore if all I am going to receive is snide comments. Put him to work as one of the construction workers for the new room I am having build for a pregnant slave," she commented. A female friend of hers had asked if a female pregnant slave could stay until she had her baby at Marguerite's house. The pregnant slave as far as she knew was inseminated with her friend's former husband's sperm. The former husband had wanted a child only to realize he wanted it with someone else, leaving her friend and the pregnant slave behind. Her friend, Shah needed to keep her slave away while she tried to sell off the old estate and find one suitable for the two of them. Hopefully Isaac would not fuck up in constructing the nursery for the baby that would be on the way in another month or so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:24:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac sighed and got up, having napped off his tiredness. With a yawn, he grabbed his plates and made his way to the kitchen, walking past the table Marcello and Marguerite were sitting at. He took his dishes into the kitchen and set them in the sink. He immediately turned on the water and threw in some soap. "If you don't mind, I'll wash the dishes." He said aloud to her from the kitchen. "When you're done, I'll collect your dishes." He started to clean his dishes and set them in the rack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:28:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No word was said to Isaac from Marguerite's lips. She sipped her wine glass and pushed her plate away. Isaac was not going to get on her good side by simply washing dishes. To her, he was invisible, a fly on the wall she let in her house while she went on with her life. Pushing her chair back, she looked to Marcello to handle things. Isaac and her had nothing else to talk about. He made his bed and he would lie in it. "I will be upstairs making business deals and then I will be in the library. You let him know of the position," she muttered before she left for her study down the hall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:41:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac walked back out to the dining room and grabbed the dishes before taking them into the kitchen to wash them. He gave Marcello a bit of a glare before doing so. It didn't take him long to wash up the dishes and put them away. When he had finished, he made sure the kitchen was spotless before walking back out to Marcello. "So, what do you need to tell me? Make it quick though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:44:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The Mistress has no more use of needing your company around her but she does need a construction worker. You will help construct a nursery for a friend of hers who will be having a child soon," he said in a manner of fact tone. He was more than happy to tell Isaac Marguerite had no need for him as a pet but she had other uses for him. Better to keep the mongrel from tainting or embrassing the lovely Marguerite. An old dog like him could never learn any new tricks. "Now go back to your room and stay there."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:50:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac shrugged. "Sounds good. I'm more skilled than one would think. My strength would make it the best thing I could do." He laughed a bit as he walked away. "And you make staying in my room sound like a bad thing. There's nothing like one's own room to make a person feel comfortable." Isaac grinned as he made his way back to his room. He figured it would be more entertaining to ruin Marcello's fun. He could easily tell that Marcello was enjoying his work, and Isaac wanted to change that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:53:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcello frowned and narrowed at his eyes at Isaac's retreating back. The one good thing was his Lady had pushed him down to being a construction worker. Much more pleasing to see Isaac as grunt work than anything that could be close to Marguerite. She did not need mongrels trying to ruin her peace of mind. "As if she would want a little mongrel like you hanging around her. She takes pity on you but knows you are weak of mind," he stated to Isaac's back before Marcello took his own leave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac laughed a bit. "If she didn't think I'd be useful, she wouldn't have brought me here now would she?" He said just aloud enough for Marcello to hear before he was too far. Isaac walked into his room and closed the door, locking it behind him. He turned on the light and looked around the room. "Pretty barren though. Ah well." He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, figuring he'd have nothing better to do than sleep right now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 01:06:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite went about her usual things. She called up companies to set up meetings. Penciled in new agendas. Sent out her enforcers to make sure the smaller businesses left her territory. Already she had fugitive vampires in her territory to which she gave them temporary asylum. Everyone deserved a second chance but right now the chance she gave to Isaac was wearing thin. She might not want him anymore as her personal pet but he would serve her in other ways. He would work in construction where she never had to see him and even then she would send Marcello to make sure the specifications of the nursery was to her satisfaction. Isaac was on his own now in this house and no slave would see fit to trust someone who had taken the Lady of the House's trust and broken it. To her Isaac was nothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 04:36:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac had trouble sleeping as he tossed and turned in his bed. He wasn't really dreaming anything, but he couldn't sleep too well either. He'd let out a loud howl every now and then as he kicked his leg and scratched at the air and bedding. He seemed to do this every once in a while, as though he was having a bad dream. Finally, he jolted up to a sitting position and looked around. "Damn it. I can never remember what it is, but I know It was horrible." He said to himself, panting a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 04:42:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marguerite walked down the hallway to the solarium to tend to her roses. The moon was out in all its glorious nature hanging smack dab in the midnight sky. She had finished tending to the matters at hand. Right now she wanted to rest with clipping her roses and then head to bed. Marcello had let her know Isaac was informed of his new job. Good, she thought as she closed the door behind her. Isaac would learn discipline while working as a construction handyman or handywerewolf. "Think to get the best of me, you are a damn fool," she whispered beneath her breath as she tended to her garden.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kai</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 04:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isaac sighed and got up and walked out of the door. He made his way to the kitchen to get something to drink as he was parched, then he figured he'd wander aimlessly until he was tired enough to go back to sleep. With a loud yawn, he stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge, and without paying much attention, grabbing the least blood-like beverage and pouring himself a glass before chugging it. He then wiped his mouth and set the glass on the counter, burping a bit. "Damn, now I'm not even tired." He said as he started to wander the halls aimlessly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Male Slave</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 04:54:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Humming to herself, Marguerite tended to each of her flowers. Every type of flowers she owned in the solarium. It gave her comfort to see beautiful things among herself. For Marguerite, she considered herself a monster in her own right. Made from a vampire who had thought to make her into a little mini-me of himself. Trained her to be as vicious and cruel as he was. It had taken her several centuries to break free of his hold and more than a century to break of the bad habits she learned from him. Even now she worked with not letting her past unleash on Isaac. He brought out bad feelings in her, the kind to which he could end up skinned and made into fertilizer for her plants.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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