The Aristocrat(shibby & Isengrad)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Isengrad on 29-01-2011, 04:04:49</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The Aristocrat(shibby &amp; Isengrad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 04:04:49</strong>
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				three years, Three years he had spent building up to this point. At least three count from the time he graduated collage. Jacob Collins(as he was now, having long since given up his birth name) sat in the back of the limo, reviewing the event that had lead him to this point. The deal gone south that condemned him to childhood poverty. The suicide of his father that had left him with enough money to attend a boarding school. that coupled with investments wisely made and a scholarship program saw him through collage.For three years he has worked, he knew he needed massive fund... a high status. He needed to be big and call attention to himself.he looked down at the letter in his hand once more, the first sign that his plan was set in motion.<br><br><em> Our esteemed Mr. Collins<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Your have recently come to our attention. Your Fast growing success and high risk tactics in business have caught our eyes.<br>To rise to such heights as quickly as you have is no small feat, with that in mind we would like to extend an invitation to join our order.<br>A select few get the chance to truly taste the power we have to offer, But if you join you will taste it. Absolute control. if you are<br>to join. You must Acquire a slave, for the quality of ones slave is what we measure, and be prepared to receive another letter with the date and time of the next meeting. There we will see if you are truly worthy of being with us.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Signed:The order of the grey rose.<br></em><br><br>He folded the letter back up and slipped it once more inside the inner pocket of his jacket. he had read and re-read that little handwritten slip of paper countless times. A few weeks of searching netted him the information he needed. The slave trade was alive and well if you knew where to look. He had gotten wind of the nearest one to him and figured he would start his search there. Young men and woman who's lucks had turned south.. they ore their families had run afoul of loan sharks and could not pay up. That was the consequence of not being responsible with their money.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Aristocrat(shibby &amp; Isengrad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 11:39:40</strong>
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				Ella had been a slave for most of her life. She had been taken from her family when she had only been 7. Her parents learned the hard way what it meant to piss of those in authority. Loan sharks to be precise. She had lived a hard life. Now 19 she had changed hands many times, once again she was "on the market". This time round she would be sold at auction. She preferred that because instead of leaving her starving in a cage, the merchants would actually feed her so that she didn't look like a pile of bones on the day. <br><br>They had gone through a number of salves when they finally dragged her out onto the stage, chains and all. They had dressed her in some rags, a pair of short shorts and a loose fitting top. The slaver grinned at her. He was and older looking, fat man who seemed to have no shame in displaying his wealth judging by the array of gold rings around his fat fingers. He then grabbed a hold of her arm and began to push her forward on the podium to show her off to the crowd of eager buyers.<br><br>Holding her buy the arm he began to speak. "Oh she looks oh so innocent doesn't she? That doesn't mean she can't full fill your most deep felt desires" he said with a wide grin on his face. He grabbed her face, cupping her chin and said "Look at that pretty face, those big blue eyes, she's irresistible". He then looked back at her ass and said "She's got a nice ass on her to!" he said with a laugh. Ella was used to this by now. As much as she hated what she had been forced into, she head learned to accept that for now, she would not be able to escape to a better life, least not yet.<br><br>The slaver smiled out over the crowd and said "Why don't we start the bids aaaattt......15 thousand dollars?" he said. And soon the bidding war began, the price steadily rising higher and higher. She said nothing as she looked out at the sea faces, wondering who would be the winner this time. There were a few men that she most definitely did not want to win. She could already see the lewd expressions on their faces. She might have been a slave, but being a whore for the rest of her life was most definitely not in her plans.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Aristocrat(shibby &amp; Isengrad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 17:45:01</strong>
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				He cursed silently, he could tell in the distance that the bidding had already begun and he had to fight to keep his hand down at his side when the driver opened his door for him. That fool would never work for him, or anyone, again after this night.. he would make sure of it. he did his best to hurry though the hallways towards the auction block, following the sound of bidding.The place was pretty straight forward, not a lot of twists and turns to confuse guests. he figured that by their reasoning if you knew about this place, you had the money and the means to get it.. and that was well out of the way of any law enforcement&nbsp; budget. At last he pushed his way into the room, blending in as best he could with the others that stood. He watched as a rather shabby looking girl was taken off stage to make way for the final auction of the evening, or at least one of the better ones. <br><br>Jacob9as he was now called, having left his old name behind) eyes watched the pretty young girl, she had something more then just the good looks or nice ass the auctioneer credited her with. His dark eyes looked at hers and he swore he found the spark of intelligence there.. or maybe he imagined it.What ever it was he was sure he had just found the right girl he needed. people bid 15, 20, someone upped it at 50 after that.. a small stunned silence and a few gasps filled the room. Another man, an elderly gentlemen that looked at her like she was nothing more then a piece of meat bid 75, a rebutel was offered by the one who had bid 50. An obese woman, she held a small staved Pomeranian in her hand and wore overly extravagant clothing.The elderly man topped it off at 100 and the woman looked flustered. Jacob was watching with delight as a self satisfied smile spread on his face, sure he had just won a hot piece of tail to use and throw away when he was tired of it.<br><br><strong>"500 thousand"</strong> bid Jacob, there was a unanimous gasp as they all looked back at him. A young man, to young to be new money they thought, had just bid a half a million dollars. The auctioneer was stunned before he remembered what he was supposed to do. He went though his mantra, asking for more but getting blank stares and withered looks. "SOLD" he announced and had the girl dragged off stage.An assistant came up to Jacob and told him where he could inspect his purchase. <strong>"Make her ready for me, I want her cleaned, gagged and bound to the floor on her knees.. nude and blindfolded with her hands bound behind her back.I must retrieve something from my car."</strong> he said, in his rush he had left his crop in the car.. and he needed to go back and retrieve it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Aristocrat(shibby &amp; Isengrad)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 11:02:30</strong>
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				The assistant looked at Jacob and nodded and answered with a prompt "Yes sir". He dragged her away down a hallway and into a separate section of the slave house. The house a few rooms alloted for those who had won the auctions and further wished to "examine" their purchases. The assistant first lead her into a bathroom and her "cleaning" consisted of a cold shower with some soap scrubbed along her body. The assistant showed no gentleness or empathy towards her as he went about his job. It seemed that he had worked here long enough to be able to remove himself from what he was doing. <br><br>5 minutes later she was dragged back into one of spare rooms. Ad hearing to Jacobs wishes the assistant stripped her naked. She didn't even fight him when he tied her up and pushed her to her knee's on to the carpet. He pulled her arms behind her back and tied them back tightly with a rope. She didn't even fight him when he pushed the ball gag into her mouth. She didn't even think was really all that degrading anymore. It was just painful. Ella couldn't think of anything that had not been done to her before. She had been starved, taken against her will and even made to scrub floors nude because her owner had gotten some kind of sick pleasure out of it.<br><br>The assistant left her once he was done, and she was left to wait in silence for her new master to arrive. She didn't know what to really expect from him. She never got her hopes up. None of her masters had ever shown her any kindness, why would this one be any different? As she waited, the saliva began to build up in her mouth because of the gag in her mouth. She sighed as it dripped out of her mouth onto the carpet. No doubt her master would punish her for that.
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