Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)
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				Title: <strong>Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 14:54:21</strong>
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				It was a fresh breeze that played with his dark hair, tussled the shoulderlong strands, that were just a bit to short to make a full ponytail yet. Slippers, light footwear, elegant dark blue covering, running pointily, like they seemed to be fashion in this region, something he got used to. Like so many things.<br><br>"Well, Junjie, show me what you have..." he was by far happy to do this, but what else could he do? A mannor for himself alone, the old maid, that almost was like a mother for him now dead, how should he manage all alone? But as luck would have it he had a favour yet to ask, one his father had earned with the slaver and was just as reluctant to call in as he now was.<br><br>A moment later the shack was opened and the lightly corpulent man vanished in the abode that was for the slaves. He simply tried to not hink about it. A black man, a giant of a man, followed soon, in only white pants, showing his muscled torso off, a rather friendly smile within his face and moments later he led the women out, that the slaver thought worthy, in trade for the favour.<br><br>"These are my finest ladies!" he explaimed and gestured wide, with his hands to the selection of slaves. "Oh, come on, I know you..." there was a small smile on Adil's lips, a name he more or less had taken up on, that fit more into the region he was raised, even when his father would have liked the name to stay the way he intended it to be...an english one.<br><br>As such there would stand a tanned lad, not older then 19, clad in fluffed pants (you know those white ones, that are wide at the ankles, dunno how else to describe them XD), a simple white button down shirt and a dark blue vest, arms crosse over his chest, eyes, green like a cat eyeing over the women, a brow ever so lightly raised, anticipating, wondering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 15:27:36</strong>
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				Alise de Chagny was tired, but that didn't matter to Junjie. Nothing mattered to him except money, and in his mind, young girls meant only one thing...more money. He made a profession out of kidnapping young women that he found to be beautiful or exotic, and selling them as slaves. This worked out to Alise's disadvantage, as she was considered both beautiful and exotic. Not in her eyes, of course, but in the area her family had been travelling. The Chagny family was a powerful and noble one in France, and they had been vacationing in the mediterranean for the winter. As a pale redhead, she had always kept out of the sun, but had still been incredibly hot and uncomfortable. In fact, it had been in a market when she was snatched. She was walking around, staying under the canopy of tents while her family was off in another area. She had been looking at scarves when a little girl had approached her. She said her mother was dying, and needed help. Alise, of course, went with her and found herself bound and gagged quickly. It turned out that this young girl was Junjie's daughter...child of his personal slave, and he used her to get new recruits. In the mediterranean, a European redhead was incredibly rare, and he knew that. Stealing her away, he bribed one of the policemen that he knew well to tell the family she had been killed. It was a horrible day. Apparently, they said that the body was too destroyed to be recognizable (she had drowned), so they advised that the family not see her like that. The last thing Alise knew, her parents had gone back to France in mourning.<br><br>Now, here she was. She had been living with the caravan for a few months now, and everytime Junjie had gotten a special customer, she was brought out with the other favorites. She had been chosen about 5 times (the same amount of times she was brought out), and was always returned within a few hours. She fought and screamed and kicked her way back to the caravan, and the owners just didn't want to put up with that much trouble. Today would be no different...unless she wasn't picked. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Today she'd try to stay in the back and be unnoticable...if that worked. Pulling her out by the chain that he hooked all the girls to, she shielded her eyes from the sun and tried to remain behind another girl.<br><br><em>These are my finest ladies!</em><br><br>Alise hated that man...more than you could know. Whenever she was finally discovered and returned to France, she'd have him hung. Right now, she had more important things to do. She covered up her hair as much as she could with a shadow and faced downward, trying to remain unseen by the customer. Maybe he'd just pass her up...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Salve Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 16:15:34</strong>
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				He watched, calm the chain of women brrought outsides, pretty faces, most not even beaten up as he had seen with other slavers, nor were they looking like starving skeletons. "These are indeed fine young ladies..." he mused aloud, softly to himself, fit into the category exotic himself...if not, at least handsome, though gladly Junjie didn't sell males. <br>"What are you looking for?" the slaver asked, gestured with his hand along the row. "You know, I have for every taste something...a nice Asian beauty? European Valkyrie? Hmm...or do you look for something, taller, smaller? Busty, less so?" the accompanying gestures with his hands were ignored, as Adil allready scanned along the line.<br><br>He didn't know how he would handle some slave...one that was probably even unwilling, so he mused about it as he took first steps towards the candidates that were mixed...willing and less so, some trying to get his notice with blown kisses or some pose, other trying to hide, simply looking down. <br>He wasn't sure what kind he would prefere, the shy or open one, the fighter or the one giving in...though the shy, easily tamed one would be easier, yet no fun at all, right?<br><br>"What is your name?" he asked...he had asked several along the line and now stood in front of an European redhead that had drawn his attention. "Hmm..." he mused to himself, stepped up to press a finger below her chin, tilt her head up to get a better look at her. She did look, after she was washed properly, like an aristocrat, a noble out of Europe, when he looked at her that way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Salve Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 16:27:42</strong>
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				She didn't even look at the man as he walked down the row, but cursed internally when he lifted her chin. Damn this hair...it was like a lighthouse. Her pale cheeks turned rosy as she flashed angry turquoise eyes at him. He wanted to know her name? Clients of Junjie didn't care about names...and this man looked relatively European...that was odd. Of course, he was still much tanner than herself, but his accent was even a little different. Speaking in the local language (though with a definite French accent), she smiled sarcastically.<br><br><strong>"What does my name matter? If I am just to be a piece of property, shall you not treat me like chattel as well?"</strong><br><br>Her voice was bitter and her face showed that she would not be easy if he decided to take her. He seemed a little nicer than the others, and infinitely more gentle...but she would submit to no one. When Junjie saw who he was looking at, he came down and laughed a bit nervously.<br><br><em>"Ah...I see you're looking at the French redhead. She might be pretty, but she is too much trouble for you. Although I would be glad to be rid of her myself, I would not want to unload this hellcat on anyone that wasn't prepared for her."</em><br><br>She was a virgin, but as he was keeping that information to himself, she realized he didn't want her to go to this man. Why was that? She shrugged and chuckled a little.<br><br><strong>"Oui...he is right. If I were you, I'd move on down the line."</strong><br><br>She looked at him defiantly and waited for him to drop her chin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Salve Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 16:59:01</strong>
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				"I must admit, my french is a bit rusty..." he smiled still, despite the obvious dislike of the redheaded lady, simply lifting his other hand, wiggling a finger to Junjie that even quited to it, fell silent. This client obviously was one of importance to the slaver. "It isn't nice to speak and babble into conversation, no?" he gave a slight glance to the lightly corpulent man before returning his attention back to his redhead. <br><br>"I am no normal client of his, I do care, to some part, Miss..." to address her as such, certainly made him something else, no intention to hold her like cattle...if she was willing to come a bit closer, be not only a defiant bitch to him. "...as such, I would like your name...or want me to simply call you pet? Mon animal familiar?" his French indeed was rusty, but she would know what he meant as he simply held her glare. <br><br>"Though, if you rather prefere to be held as cattle I will check you right now here and there, for some...qualities I am searching in a slave...it is your choice here, milady..." he grinned, finger beneath her chin tilting her head lightly sideways, to lean up, lips brushed to her cheek. "My name is Adil..." he had allready decided to keep her, whether Junjie liked it or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Salve Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 17:27:04</strong>
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				She was surprised when he remained looking at her and she knew she was in trouble. This was another one who thought he wanted the challenge, but then would return her soon. That would earn her another beating from Junjie. The slave master always told her that every time a master brought her back, the beating would become worse and worse. The last beating had left her unconscious, and she didn't want to think of what this one would be...still, her pride wouldn't allow her to become a slave. She moved her hand away from his lips and hand and snapped at him.<br><br><strong>"Alise de Chagny. And obviously your French is a bit rusty, as I said 'chattel' not 'cattle.' I should hope that you wouldn't treat me as livestock, although it wouldn't surprise me with someone who buys from Junjie."</strong><br><br>She continued to glare, and the other girls either made angry whispers that they were never the ones chosen, or gave her sad looks begging her to accept and not earn another beating. She ignored both.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Salve Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 17:43:24</strong>
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				Just as much as she snapped so he snapped back...that the slaver slightly covered away with the going ones. Adil's hand slipped from below her chin to grab her red tresses, pull back, rather harshly, exposing her throat to him. "Miss Alise..." his voice barely a snarled whisper into her ear. "...I know this man's normal...handlings when slaves come back, wouldn't you think some cooperation might be in your own interest?" he sounded amused, slightly though, mixed within the light angry voice.<br><br>"Is she virgin?" he asked, turning towards Junjie who simply nodded, not that it deterred Adil from speaking up again. "I will check myself, here and now anyway...I know how you sell damaged products..." a glare from him had the normally rather loud slaver silenced, the other slaves backing away lightly. "Some cuffs..." he held his hand open, keeping his own eyes, green, intense, almost like cat's eyes staring at hers, the helper, the black man comming quickly to hand some cuffs, small chain between to the would be buyer of this slave.<br><br>"Now, milady...we can do this struggling or willing....if you would hand me your wrists?" it was clear this was a last chance to get this done in some manner that wouldn't humiliate her, or without the possibility of pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Salve Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 18:01:08</strong>
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				Alise blushed when he said something about checking for virginity, and gasped as her head was yanked back. She glared at him as he talked to Junjie and shivered when he called for the handcuffs. She pursed her lips stubbornly and shook her head.<br><br><strong>"No. I am not a virgin. I've been with loads of men...I'm practically a whore. And no, I won't hold out my wrists."</strong><br><br>Of course, the first part was a lie, but maybe if he believed her he'd leave her alone. Junjie stepped in immediately.<br><br><em>"She is lying...I checked her myself. She is a virgin. I am certain."</em><br><br>She knew he'd say that, but maybe Adil would still change his mind. She'd rather go through another beating than be sold. After all, she was just trying to remain unbought until she was able to escape and get back to France. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Salve Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 18:23:42</strong>
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				He had given her the chance, had he not? So it would only be her own fault for injury and similar. "Hmm, when you are a whore you might even enjoy this..." he grinned, grabbed her wrist, tried to twits it onto her back, showing that he wasn't just some wimp...when it would be needed he would be able to controle her. "And if you won't give me the pleasure...then I will simply take it..." he didn't even listen to Junjie's words, after all, he knew that the slaver did everything to get away some whore or any woman that was trouble for him. <br><br>A slight kick to the hollow of her knee would bring her down, skillfully sinking to his own knees after her, that held wrist kept pressed top the small of her back, if she wished to struggle pressed up to cause pain, while the free hand started to bring the wrist into the cuff...buckle a simple thing that was there to be closed even with only one hand.<br><br>"Struggle all you want...I am sure, should I acquire another slave the others won't be as reluctant, once I am finished with you..." the grin was easily heard within his voice as he fished for her other arm and hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Salve Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 18:29:33</strong>
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				She struggled, but with the kick to her knee, she gasped and fell down. She despaired as she realized her wrists were cuffed before she could fight anymore. Still, she tried to pull them apart, only to find them locked and shut securely. She could only kneel on the ground as he held her there, seething with anger. She knew that she should stop...but she was never very reasonable. Junjie rolled his eyes and half of the girls did the same, while the other half stared with disdain.<br><br><strong>"Why don't you just pick another one now? They'd love to go home with you, I'm sure."</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 18:49:38</strong>
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				"Nah...I am looking for a redheaded whore like you claim to be..." he shrugged. "A toy to be used when I feel like it...I am still though not sure if you will be&nbsp; collared and chained to the bed or if I will make you a nice small room, for you alone, where I can visit you then..." he mused as he got another pair of cuffs that were quickly put around her ankles, the two pairs connected via a third chain, immobilising her on the ground. <br><br>He stood and regarded her form, turning to Junjie. "I will take this one...so you can't complain about me having hurt and lessened her value, understood..." the slaver only nodding in agreement, the soon to be owner reaching for his belt, to get out a simple looking, slightly curved dagger...it wasn't adored in any way, seemed more tool then anything else, but was sharp. "Then let's see what I got for my favor you owed me..." he murred, the blade's edge, cold and dangerous nearing Alise's throat, to trace along, the side dragged, razor like, along her pale skin, before he grabbed the cuff of her shirt/dress (whatever she wears). "You might want to stop struggling...I wouldn't want to need to call someone to bandage you up, just here..." and very slowly, with the slight sound of ripping, parting cloth he cut the garment away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Salve Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 19:11:42</strong>
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				She growled with anger as she was bound and chained on the ground, unable to do anything. When he said he'd take her, she hung her head in momentary defeat. Still, he'd return her soon. They always did. She froze, though, when she felt the dagger touch her throat. She wouldn't be able to escape if she was dead, so she waited for him to move the knife. She gasped as she felt her cloth dress (http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15613375_11_b?$detailmain$) cut away and ripped. She would have covered her full breasts, but her hands were immobile. All she could do was blush in humiliation as her body was revealed. She shut her mouth and kept quiet, as the things she wanted to say to him would do no good except further his anger. Of course, she couldn't keep her mouth shut forever, even if she wanted to.
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				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 19:27:06</strong>
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				"Suddenly so quite...lost your fire?" he grinned, that garment, the rest of it tossed to the side, before grabbing her, making her turn lightly, so the rest of the slaves and especially leering Junjie could watch her. "Isn't she pretty?" he asked the gathered folds, run that blade back to her throat, to those quivering, tense muscles...just that smallest nick to her pale, whitish skin that had a nice droplet of red form. "Hmm..." he leaned down, warm wet tongue gliding over the hollow of her throat before his lips sealed over the droplet, a hot kiss, a light suckle to that wound before he drew back again. "You taste quite sweet..." he complimented her as he knelt behind her, his fingertips trailing down her spine. <br><br>"But this isn't why I bound you, now is it?" he grinned, that dagger's sharp edge pressed, held against her heaving chest, that one orb slightly caressed with the flat side with each ragged breath she took, the blade's end almost grazing her nibble, while digits vanished between her buttocks, caressed, stroked over her spincer going lower still. "I hope they enjoy the show..." he mused, from below reaching her folds, giving them a light caress. "Spread your legs...before I accidentally cut you some more..." he commanded her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 19:36:24</strong>
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				She looked away from the staring eyes as he tried to humiliate her. Completely naked, she flinched as she felt her skin give way to the metal, and drop of red form. She gasped as he took her throat with his lips and licked the blood away. Great...she had a psychopath. Her breathing was ragged as he teased her skin with the knife, and she shivered in disgust as he went down her ass. When he told her to close her legs, she did the opposite. She could deal with a few more nicks, but she wouldn't spread her legs for him.<br><br>"No."<br><br>She didn't make any fast movements though, as she'd rather not maim herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 19:55:24</strong>
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				He was by far a psychopat, but he could get rough, when it was needed and there were many means allowed. That she refused to part her legs for him had her head forced back again, strong pull to her hair, bringing her head back against his shoulder, the blade rising to her throat, to her windpipe. "Why do y ou always have to resits, sweetheart..." he asked her, that blade close to nick her skin again, close to draw more blood, though he didn't cut again. <br><br>He stood up and went to Jenjie, small whispers traded before the slaver nodded and went to fetch something...returned quickly with a&nbsp; simple metal bar, with two rings, one on each side. He returned to his soon to be toy, dagger again placed on his belt as he gets to work on her legs, on the cuffs around her ankles, loosing the chain there, to replace it with the metal rod...simply forcing her legs apart, wider then she probably would have to had when she would have been willing. "Now...this isn't soo bad, hmm?" he asked her, once more positioned behind her, fingers below her, spread with two fingers her petals. "Now everyone can see a pretty, exotic flower..." he grinned, whispered into her ear. "I bet Junjie will be masturbating to your sight rather soon, wouldn't you think so?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 20:02:16</strong>
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				She kept her face stubbornly blank as he forced her head back and threatened her with the knife again. She didn't like the sound of the whispering, and especially didn't like the look of the bar. She tried to keep her legs closed, but they were soon parted wife. She blushed even redder as her sex was exposed to everyone. She especially looked down in shame as he placed his fingers there. <br><br>"I doubt it...he sees naked girls all day. Maybe you're a little more desperate than he is."<br><br>She insulted him quietly and tried to not shudder with nerves.
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				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 20:19:19</strong>
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				"Why do I think I am getting a lil whore like you" he didn't let that insult get to him, wouldn't let her words anger him too much. "You will be there at my beg and whim, please me how I want...the struggle you put up now...will be nice forplay..." he smiled, rubbed her lips lightly, smearing that smallest bit of honey around. "...I am sure you enjoy it..."<br><br>He let his gaze rise, to the audience that watched rather with much attention, some girls having their heads turned, the slaver leering openly, cheering him on almost. After all it was time someone tamed that redhaired bitch.<br><br>"But lets see what you are...virgin or lil harlot..." and fingers stopped the slow, lazy circles to glide down her slit, to her entrance, a slight wiggle before he pushed into her, carefull...as he wouldn't want to deflower her, when she was, searching only for a moment for that membrane, before his eyes lit up. "Junjie...I congratulate you...for once you spoke the truth..."
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 20:27:18</strong>
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				She felt her body respond a bit to his touch down there, and she was ashamed as he felt it and then swirled it around. It wasn't a lot, just enough to make the entrance of his finger a little easier. She was already expecting his reaction when he gave it, so she didn't say anything. She tried to twist away from his hands and spat the next words at him.<br><br>"Don't touch me, you bastard. I'll never be your whore."<br><br>She didn't look at the girls, but she made the mistake of looking at the slaver and was disgusted when she saw him adjust the bulge tenting his pants after stroking it a little. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 20:37:54</strong>
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				"Oh...but you are mine now...you are my property and I can do all I want with you, sweetheart..." he grinned, saw that disgusted look on her face as he saw Jenjie adjust those pants. "Hmm...I think I should borrow you to him, from time to time...you know, small favours between friends..." he muse aloud, fingers slipping free just to circle the small button atop of her sex, shift and rub the hood over her clit. He knew her body would betray her sooner or later, once he had introduced her to pleasure she yet didn't know. <br><br>"But first I will show you where you will live.. and how you are going to live until you learned to behave..." he had a satisfied smile on his lips, expected to have a non willing slave to drag home. "And, cause everyone should know that I have a new lil slut I think I will parade you around like this first...say, over the market?" he brushed his hands though her hair, almost caring. "I am sure you will attract some stares...people will envy me for having gotten you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 20:45:22</strong>
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				She shuddered in revulsion as she thought of having to sleep with the slave master. That would be...awful. Her clit did swell with the attention, although the disgust at the thought did keep her from getting any wetter. The idea of being shown naked through the market was humiliating to say the least, but she wouldn't show him how much it bothered her. She hated how her hair and pale skin seemed to attract attention wherever she went, and it would be even worse with her nudity. She wasn't the lithe beauties of this area, as she was curvy and very feminine. She wasn't ashamed of her body, but her larger breasts and ass would draw eyes as well. She had a small waist, but her body was obviously made for childbearing. If she ever had the chance to get married back home...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 20:58:27</strong>
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				The chance that she was a breeding machine to those she was given around too was higher at this moment as her free as her new owner stood, on his slipper like shoes went back to the gate, the entrance to slip out, leave her there on the floor, bound up like she was...and Jenjie was clearly tempted to come over and try someting, his gaze several times wandering over to the entrance, as if he tried to judge when Adil would come back. He seemed to ponder too long, as the young man returned before the slaver had made up his mind, a small box carried by him, set besides the bound woman. <br><br>"Let's see..." he murmured as he opened the box, as a first thing fetched a collar, a supple leather band that was quickly wrapped around her throat, closed around her neck, small silvery studs around, a green gem at it's front. "How...this just enhances your red locks..." he was satisfied with that allready,, lifted her chin, so the other slaves could take a look at her. <br><br>Undoing the anklecuffs as well as the spreader bar he pulled her up onto her feet, left her wrists though close together on the small of her back. "I am no monster..." he smiled, patted her cheek lightly. "...so, when you will promise to behave now, be a good slave you will get some cloths even..." he blocked the view from the box that clearly contained such garments, didn't show her -what- clothes she would get.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 21:05:31</strong>
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				She was stuck on the ground as she watched the older slaver closely, prepared to bite him should he try anything. At least Adil was better than him. She didn't have a lot of freedom to try and resist as the collar was put on, but she did try kicking as soon as her legs were free, though. It didn't get her very far, as his hold made it impossible for her to get a good angle. Of course she wanted the clothes, but it was already bad enough...and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her obedience.<br><br>"Go to hell."<br><br>She was breathing hard, her chest heaving with rage. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 21:22:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah ah ah!" he waves a finger infront of her face after the kick and her exclaimed words. "Seems you need to learn some more..." it was a quick slap to one of her feminine orbs, fingertips flicking hard her stiffend nipple, making that orb sway and jiggle. It couldn't come worse? She underestimated him. "I think you will then get chains to wear..." he tells her, grabbing her arm, waving one of Jenjie's guards over to hold the woman while he fetched her...garb from the box. <br><br>"You will wear those for some time honey...so I hope you get comfortable soon with them...by feet it will be some time till we reach home..." and pulled free he had a silver chain, connecting 3 clamps that he adjusted on one small screw...making them a bit tighter. Two were placed to her nipples, letting the yaws sink slowly into that flesh, grinning, watching her reactions. The third clamp he let tease over her belly, down to give small bites with it along her inner thigh. To be sure that she didn't kick him he placed his knees onto her feet. At last that third clamp slowly bit into her clithood, his gaze raised to watch for reactions as well, the last one by far the softest in strength.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 21:31:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She gasped as he hit her breast, although it didn't hurt. She glared at the guard as he held her and waited for her so called master to come back. When he brought out the chain, she looked at it curiously until she realized what he was planning to do. She flinched in discomfort as he applied the nipple clamps and tried to struggle, but felt them pull at the soft flesh. The third worried her, though, and she yelped as it pinched her clit. They didn't necessarily cause pain, just a strange and unpleasant feeling. Grimacing, she tried to accustom her body to the new jewelry as she attempted to not move too much. Moving just put strain on the clamps, and she didn't want that. Once she got used to them though, she'd kick him where it counted. She looked down at him and pursed her lips. <br><br>"Are you done yet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 21:42:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blocked her leg with his arm, was prepared for her try of defiance, a row of gasps heard from behind him, the slaves allready winced with the clamps...now, that try to seriously hurt him, the punishment that would follow having them shiver. "I think you can bring them away Jenjie..." he tells the slaver before standing up, his hand harshly slapped across her cheek, backhanding her, the guard still holding the struggling woman. <br><br>Quickly the anklecuffs where back in place, the chain between just giving her enough room to do small steps to move forward. "I will teach you..." it was dangerous snarls. "First, those clamps don't seem to do their jobs...let me adjust them..." he reached for the chain, a yank and he pulled all three clamps free, small snaps heard after her sensitive buds were stretched and at last the clamps came off. He quickly readjusted them, made them pinch harder...reaplied them, with clenched teeth. "Second...I don't think you will get much food the next days, till you behave...and last..."<br><br>He got two last chains, one thin one that was attached to the line that run down to her clit, adding length there, was looped between her legs and up, a bit tight, run over and through her slit, fastened to her collar, so it would saw back and forth over her tender flower, flick over her clit now and then as she walked. Lastly he used the last chain as a leash, at the front of her collar fastened. "Now...move...I think I have to fetch some things on the market still..." he grumbled, tugged her along, behind him.<br><br>(ooc: Last for now, some sleep ahead for me ^^)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 21:49:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as the blood rushed back into her nipples and clit and then yelped with more pain as he re-applied them tighter. She looked at the additional chains with worry and bit her lower lip in anticipation as she realized what walking would feel like. To make it worse, he put the cuffs back on her ankles, and she was forced forward by his make-shift leash. It felt just as bad as she thought it would, as the chain rubbed back and forth over her sensitive sex. She was forced to make small noises of discomfort with every baby step she took. The eyes in the market followed her, and she flushed with embarrassment, again...how she wished she was still in France.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 05:10:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was satisfied to see her baby steps the way she bit her lips and gritted her teeth to not give away any sound, of arousal or pain or both, as he guided her with the leash. The carriage that stood in front of the gates he sent home...it looked quite nice, the insides with plush pollster and it could have been her ride, yet she had to be stubburn and had to deny the chance of a nice living for now.<br><br>"Come pet..." he knew her name, yes, yet he wouldn't use it, another thing she had gambled and lost on, his respect. Now she was cattle, breeding toy for him, fun at the most. And he tugged her leash, didn't wait for her, made her go upright, which would cause the chains to stain and tug on her sensitive parts, so she could match his pace and not simply fall over. Added to that she didn't get the comfortable canopies, the sun beating down, again and again on her, having sweat perls glistening over her skin, while passer byes stared at her, wolfwhistles and small cheers coming from the crowd. And all that time he didn't seem to care, just went on his way.<br><br>He stopped a few times, chatted here and there with people he knew on the bazaar stands, stopped now and again to admire some ware, pottery or fruit, took samples of spices before a new tug would have her steps resume.<br><br>"Are you thirsty?" he asked, still no home if his in sight as he stopped, took a water skin himself, his throat working to gulp down, sweet, cool water.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 05:20:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She winced with each step and tried to ignore all the catcalls and whistles. It was degrading, and she was beyond humiliated. She had been raised a lady...although she had never really been molded into a very good one...and had always received the proper respect as such. If her family saw her now...she trembled in disgust at the thought. She tried to keep inaudible, but she knew that little whimpers of pain would escape her small mouth every now and then, although she tried to stamp them down. Every step was a chore, but the worst part was the looks she received. She hated him...<br><br>When she saw him take a drink from a waterskin, her mouth ached to have some, but when he asked her, she turned her head stubbornly.<br><br><strong>"No."</strong><br><br>She didn't know why she was being so stupid, but her mouth just automatically defied him at every turn. Would they ever get home? Or maybe, if she was lucky, he'd return her to the slaver before taking her to his house. That would be wonderful...in a way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 06:02:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, no apparent first reaction to her words. "Well, I think you need to cool down a bit anyway..." he reached to the side, where a barrel of water stood, not the cleanest for sure, but it was made for the common people that were thirsty, a ladle hanging at it's side that he took and dipped into the water, a quick flick of his wrist, shivering her in water's droplets, sprinkling her frame, soaking her hair...which made her sight all the more, alluring. "Hmm...yes, this is better..." he nodded, satisfied with himself, a new tug, the march resuming.<br><br>It was some time still till they reached the outskirts of the town, to where she was dragged. It was something akin to a small manor, rich red coloured bricks that formed this house that was...simply unfitting for this area and normal style, in mids&nbsp; the orient a small, European building. "Welcome home..." he grinned and lead her up to the white door, opened it and stepped into the rather cool interior. "....I am sure you will like it here..." he reached up, to pet her cheek lightly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 06:20:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She flinched in surprise when the water hit her, but she had to admit it felt good to cool down. Still, she fixed him with the evil eye and walked unwillingly behind him. When they reached his house, she looked up in confusion. She had thought he looked slightly European, but this house was straight from France or England...it made her miss home terribly. She walked in the front door and paused inside. The cool air was refreshing, but this was still the home of a slave owner. She flinched away from his hand and spoke (with less ire than she had hoped).<br><br><strong>"I doubt it..."</strong><br><br>Still, she could already feel her uncomfortable body adjusting to the decrease in temperature, and she had to admit it felt wonderful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 06:46:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The water had long since dried from her skin again that was slowly turning a shade of red that clearly marked a sunburn. "You will get along..." he shrugged, lightly his shoulders lifting. "...if not, well, you saw that I have my methods..." the dagger he had use to draw that bit of blood from her, should show that his limits were...far, closer to real torture then anything else, when she wouldn't obey. <br><br>"First things first though..." he smiled, wicked grin that formed. "Let's...free those a bit..." he mumbled, took the nippleclamps, tugged on them lightly before opening the yaws that had bitten hard int he sensitive flesh, letting blood rush back into them. "Hmm...I don't think you have learned the lessons yet though..." and with that, a small turn of the tortures devices they bid down again, captured those swollen nipples again, without mercy.<br><br>"Come, we won't want you to whine, cause of a sunburn..." he took the leash again and guided her to a bathroom, modest thing, considering how big the house was, a small stood without backrest fetched. "Sit down, I will get some lotion..." he tells her, vanishing for a moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 06:56:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood in the foyer, waiting for some hammer to drop. Finally, he said something about removing the clamps. She was prepared for the pain that followed their removal, as she winced in obvious hurt. However, she wasn't prepared for him to re-apply them. Yelping, she tried to yank away from him, but that only served to further her pain and degradation. Whimpering, she reluctantly went with him to the bathroom. She furrowed her brow as he mentioned a sunburn. Of course she was sunburnt, as she was anytime she was left out too long. Junjie made a point to keep her inside much of the time, as her tomato red complexion didn't do much for prospective buyers. She was fine with this...she hated the sun. However, as soon as he left, she dashed out the door and began shuffling as fast as her ankle cuffs would allow her, making for the front door...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 07:24:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The front door where a familiar face waited for her, leaning against the door, finger lifted to wiggle it at her like she was a small child. "Ah ah...no try to get out here, you know this will earn you punishment..." he smiled, had expected nothing else from her, the first time she was left alone. A few steps brought him back into range to snatch her leash, in his other hand held a jar...that actually had contained lotion to make the sunburn less of a pain for her. "Seems you don't need that..." and the salve was placed on a small table in the foyer. <br><br>He brought her into the livingroom that had a corner of couch's, plush pollsters, many cushions, looking more Oriental then the rest of the European mansion they were in. A chair he fetched to sit down on, patted his thigh. "Now...bend over here..." he tells her...yanked on the leash and -made- her lay over his lap shouldn't she obey him. <br><br>"Now, how many do you think are sufficient..." not that he would listen to whatever she said or cursed, on whatever language she would do so. "I think 5 each for the start..." and his palm was allready lifted to deliver a hearty smack to her rear, make her flesh jiggle with the hit, leave a bright red print on her alabaster skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 07:29:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wasn't surprised to see him there, but she still groaned and rolled her eyes in disappointment. When she saw him set the lotion aside, she realized that it did look rather nice...her burns were beginning to ache. Pursing her lips in frustration, she looked around her at the room before she was practically yanked onto his lap. She tried to slide off, but his hold was firm. She didn't dignify him with an answer before he brought his hand down on her rump. She yelped and jumped in surprise. She knew what he planned, but that didn't make her any happier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 08:41:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was music in his ears to hear her yelp, that sound of suprise as he delivered the first spank to her ass. "It is a simple, yet effective method..." he tells her, quite casual...as it was normal to have a naked, bound, exotic woman in his lap that he spanked. Another smack, another jiggle of her flesh, the other cheek marked as the first, nice red print that the flat of his palm started to caress in small circles.<br><br>"Say...does the burn allready hurt?" he asked, with fingers drawing random pattern over her shoulders that were an angry red. The other hand, the caress stopped, a quick up and down to give the same cheek another swat, make the crimson colour come a bit stronger. "I hope you know, that you will have to...work hard...to get the salve now?" he informs her and let her mind run wild about what he would make her do, for some relieve of her heated skin. Another two strikes, quick succession, for each cheek one would follow before he gave her a chance to respond.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 08:46:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squeaked with each spank and closed her eyes at the sting. The caresses eased the hurt, but made her uncomfortable. When he traced over her burn, she hissed a little at the sensitive and red flesh. She finally had a chance to speak, as he seemed to finish with one set.<br><br>"What would I have to do?"<br><br>She had to admit, that salve sounded wonderful about now, and maybe she could even put some of it on her naked and red ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 09:06:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He made sure, to rub, caress her poor abused bottom between the harsh slaps that had them throbbing, heated beneath his fingertips. "Ah...you seem to come around finally..." he smiled, though didn't stop, laced her flesh with new slaps, 2 more rained down. "You see that it is better to listen, don't you?" he asked her, his fingers caressing down into the crack of her bottom with the exploring, soothing circles that didn't last long enough to take away the pain completely. <br><br>"You will learn to please me..." it was a simple thing. Relieve of her pain, of that quite burning, in trade she would have to please him, in some form or another, which he wouldn't he tell her now. "...if you do it good, you will get the salve again, tomorrow..." he tempted her, to do good, showed that when she worked with him, that he could reward as well. But before rewards came, the last slaps of her punishment came down, last strikes to her abused rump, his own hand a nice red flushed colour. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 14:01:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help the cliché "Ouch!" that escaped, and she flinched a little with each smack. The caresses felt good, but she froze when she felt his hand on her crack. She knew that sex would be a part of it, but she didn't know how soon it would come.<br><br>"Alright! Can I have the salve now?"<br><br>Her voice cracked a little, as she was sure her ass was turning the same ugly color as her shoulders, neck, face and chest. In fact, it was starting to feel the same way too. She despaired that he didn't seem like he was going to return her...he seemed willing to try and break her, and that was bad news for her. Somehow she knew that it would be harder to escape from him than it would have been from Junjie. She sighed in resignation...her plans to get home might take longer than usual.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 14:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a happy slave owner as he Finlay gave in to the request, yet, he had only said 'Please me' not necessarily sex. "Yes you can..." he voiced, giving only a light clap, sign for her to stand...or rather, as he helped her, to kneel besides him, helping her not up, rather pushing her down. <br><br>When she looked, or started to protest he would lift his finger to silence her. "Easier to help and rub it in, wouldn't you say?" he asked, bringing her between his legs, back turned to him. He loosened the chain that was attached to the collar, the one that saw away at her tender lower lips, reached around her to undo it complete, yet the rest stayed. <br><br>"James!" (sorry for the cliche XD) he called out and a servant came rather quickly, unhurried pace, looking like a normal butler, who allready had that small jar from the foyer within his hand. "You left that in the foyer, shall I bring it back where it belongs?" the calm voice asked, not even a glance spared at the chained redhead on the floor.<br>"Nono, please leave it here..." a nod from James and he brought it over before vanishing within the house again. <br><br>"You will get to know the rest of the staff sooner or later..." Adil tells Alise, opens the jar to scoop some of the salve out from it, rub it between his hands. It was nothing special, just a cooling and moisturising lotion, but it would help her along, lessen the pain. Fingers he brought to her shoulders, starting to slowly rub in the lotion, carefull, almost tender in comparison to the hard slaps she had to endure before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 15:04:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was incredibly glad when he stopped spanking her, and she knelt at his feet. She could fight after he rubbed the salve in. When he undid the chain, there was another sigh of relief, even though it had already made her outer lips rather raw. When the butler came in, she decided by his name that he must be English. This had definitely not been what she expected when she was bought. <br>She winced a little as the cooling lotion touched her skin, but she exhaled loudly when it soothed the burn. It felt incredibly good against her hot skin, and she closed her eyes in appreciation. She hoped that she didn't get sun poisoning, although she didn't think the burn was bad enough for that. She almost thanked him, but bit her lip...she wouldn't thank him as this was his fault to begin with! Well, his and Junjie's. She didn't think about the cruel slave master though, as she focused on Adil's relaxing and healing hands. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 15:18:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was glad for the one thing that she didn't fought, that she sat still as he caressed over her neck, spread the salve in lazy circles, taking his time, almost massaging in the lotion, slowly working down her back, his fingers rather soft to thee touch, clearly non that ever really worked hard for anything. <br><br>He made sure that all, angry looking places were covered before scooping up more from the salve, on her shoulders pressing her a bit back, to star applying it to her neckline and throat, humming softly to himself as he caressed her silken skin, got a good feel of his new ware.<br><br>"How came you landed with Junjie?" he broke the silence some time later, not stopping at her chest, applying the lotion to the top of her breasts first, making them slightly slick, easier to fondle almost the slave owner obviously enjoying applying the soothing salve.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 15:31:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was almost falling asleep when she heard him talk. His hands and humming had relaxed her a great deal, and she had almost forgotten where she was. The mention of the slaver had her opening her eyes and looking down.<br><br>"My family and I were on vacation from France, and I was kidnapped in the market. I don't know if it was because of my rare coloring or what, but he wouldn't let me go. He bribed the local law enforcement to tell my parents they had found my body, and they went back home to mourn."<br><br>Talking about it hurt, so her voice was quiet and sad. She had been extremely close to her parents, and she still cried herself to sleep often. Then, she had an idea.<br><br>"Adil, if you let me go and I can return to my parents, they can pay you a vast reward. They're very wealthy, and would be more than happy to give you whatever you desire."<br><br>She was immediately hopeful, as her voice sounded almost pleading.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 15:45:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened to the story. It, sometimes sadly, was nothing new to this region where slavery was rather common, so was kidnapping. Junjie didn't see in her enough to bribe her parents for a ransome, and decided to sell her as a slave. Thought it more profitable. Seemed the slaver had set onto the wrong horse...or how it here was, wrong camel. <br><br>"It wouldn't be the first time he had done this...he sent his lil daughter, hu?" the law here was very corrupt and for some funtime with some of Junjie's slaves they would do many things. There were few that were as influencing as the slaver around here. <br><br>"No..." he shook his head after her hopefull statement, the deal she offered to him. "...I have more money then I will be able to spend the rest of my live. My father was a wealthy trademan, his tradecompany works on it's own and I just have to kick up my feet and watch how the money comes in..." he gave a small shrug, hands slowly gone from applying the lotion to a light kneading of her flesh. "You are worth more, then anything your parents would offer to me." He easily had shattered those hopes, as well as there seemed no hope of him returning her to the slaver...a slaver that would probably beat her to death, for yet coming back again, especially from someone that he had owed something to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 15:54:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Although the feminine part of her blushed at saying she was worth more than money could buy, she dropped her head in defeat. Her hopes of seeing her parents again were dashed by this man. And he obviously wasn't going to return her...yet, at least. She'd still try to find a way to escape, but it would have been nice to simply walk out with his blessing. <br><br>As his hands still felt good, she tried to relax and not think about it, as she didn't want to make herself sick. His challenge with her wasn't over, but she was tired of struggling for now, and the salve (and his hands) felt so good right now.<br><br>"Yes...that bastard sent his daughter."<br><br>Grimacing at the memory, she preferred not to think of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 16:07:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That she wasn't fond of that memory he could understand. But it was the most effective method the slaver knew...and it worked, especially with visiting folks, to the land. Who wouldn't help that big eyed, cute devil? <br><br>"The man knows his work..." he simply commented and left it at that. The unpleasant time within the slavers company he would try to let her forget. It was hard enough that she lost her family in an rather unknown, to her at least, country. He wouldn't rub salt into the wound, had something better to caress and fondle in his palms.<br><br>Two soft sounds, the light thud of the clamps that hit the ground, her abused nipples freed, just to be taken care of by his fingers that would carefully rub the sore nubs between them. All too soon, after a moment of longer caress, the salve long since soaked up by her heated, warm skin, he stopped. "Well, I guess it is your turn now..." he grinned a bit, let her do as she thought was right...after all, he only had said, for the salve she had to pleasure him, please him, someway.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 16:13:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he released the clamps, she hissed in pain as the blood rushed back into them, and then moaned in approval when he massaged them. Of course, she was ashamed of her reaction, but it felt good on her sore skin. When he stopped, her heart pounded. She didn't know what to do! She wanted to run, but her burn made that fairly impossible. Turning, she looked at him and then looked down.<br><br>"I don't really know what to do. I thought maybe dealing with the spanking and not complaining would please you."<br><br>She knew that it wasn't enough for him, but her innocent mind hoped that it had been...she waited for him to give direction.<br><br>"If I pleasure you...somehow...can you take the clamp off my clit?"<br><br>She shivered, as it was the only clamp left.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 16:38:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Indeed it was a slight problem...as she wasn't the whore that she had claimed to be, indeed an innocent thing that had to learn about pleasure first. At least, the first taste she had gotten let him hope, that she had at least touched herself, had been curious about her own body, at the very least. <br>"Hmm...it does please me, that you took the punishment without making me problems..." but what real chance had she had, being bound and then bend over his lap?<br><br>"...and non the less, it was punishment. The salve was bound to you pleasing me in another way..." his hands rested lightly on her shoulders, fingers moving lightly to stroke, tease and caress below the collar he had placed on her. <br><br>"You will learn then...so, turn around, undress me..." he tells her, waiting till she had moved forward, waiting to have a bit more room to stand. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 16:44:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wanted to refuse him, but she figured this was better than rape, so she should probably save the struggling for then. Sighing, she stood and moved forward before facing him. When he stood, she went forward with shaky fingers and slipped his vest off. Next, she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it to the floor. She was quite nervous about the next part, but she undid the drawstring on the pants and pulled them down, slipping off his shoes at the same time. She moved up, figuring he could remove whatever lay between her and his...thing. Turning her face away, she suddenly looked shy, as she covered her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 17:03:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course he wasn't dumb, had taken off the cuffs at the same time as telling her to undress him, something she quite readily did. Curious maybe? He hoped, as his words, that she would be his toy, for pleasure were mostly that..the truth. He wouldn't pass her around under friends...probably. His vest was slowly, carefully brushed over his arms and off, shirt fluttering next down to the floor, followed by the light rustled sound that his pants did, Adil stepping out of the legs, a light kick of his feet having the garment join the rest. <br><br>"Hmm...now you are suddenly shy...where is your fire?" he wore simple slips, the slight bulge rather visible, her owner not build too bad, kept in shape, seemed to train a bit, though not overly muscular, the slight shape of them hinted beneath his skin. "Never seen a man naked, hmm?" <br><br>He did let slip away that that last covering, thumps hooked into the waistband, a bend over and off they were, standing there in his birthday suite, naked as the day as he was born, letting her watch for a moment before he sat back down, with finger lifted, motioning her to come closer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 17:09:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept her eyes averted as she heard the last piece of clothing fall. When she heard him sit down, she looked back at him and was careful to not look below his chest. He was good looking, and well built, but that didn't make this any better...did it? She reluctantly walked forward and stood in front of him...quite close. She licked her lips, as they were suddenly dry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 17:30:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Look..." he tells her, reached up for the arm that covered now her breasts, the flush that came to her cheeks a perfect match to her red strands that lay like a soft veil over her shoulders, framing her feminine face. He took her wrist, carefully, rather gentle still pried her hand away. After all he had seen her naked...had parader her through town with the clamps in place even, through and over the busiest place around. She actually had no reasons to be more shy then before. So he thought at least.<br><br>He guided her hand towards his thigh. "I won't bite, you know..." he had a light amused smile on his lips as he made her hand shift, rub over the muscle there, over his own, warm skin. "...you might wish to take the chance, to explore in your own time and pace...while you can..." it was no threat, no warning, maybe a tip or just simple teasing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 17:36:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had been wanting to look, so when he said to, she did. She was surprised to see it, as she had expected something similar to the Greek statues. His was slightly larger, and looked...harder? She didn't protest as he moved her hand, and she was suddenly overcome with curiosity. It was always an awful habit of hers, and she didn't want him to think it had anything to do with him. However, she was too curious to stop, so her hand moved of its own accord over his member. Surprised by the warm and smooth feeling, she allowed her fingers to feel all over it. She even surrounded it with her hand to see how thick it was. She felt the tip, and then moved down to feel his balls. The textures and sights were new and exciting to the young girl, so she focused on the task.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 18:39:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was nice to see, what a bit curiosity could bring and what if could make her do, her skin soft, traveling over his own, smothering down the hairs that grew on him, because he was still rather young, those more soft then stubborn wires. He took deep breath, soundly inhaled through his nose as her fingers wandered over his manhood, made it throb gentle, get harder...so much contrast, firm and soft, veins starting to bulge as that meaty rod filled with blood more so. <br><br>"Hmm..." soft, pleased sound exhaled, shifting forward on his seat, legs spread a&nbsp; bit wider, while eyes grew heavy, lids halfway closing. He lifted his foot, lightly, brushed it along her calve, watched for her reactions as she was focused on that stiffening flesh. "...you are doing not too bad..." he praised her, encouraged her in soft, murmured voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 19:04:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She noticed that it seemed to harden and jump under her fingers, and she found that infinitely fascinating. Smiling, she forgot about her predicament for a moment and stared in interest at the rod. She looked up at his voice and was pleased to see that he seemed to enjoy it. Growing more confident, she moved forward and wrapped her hand around him. She had heard her older sister talk about something like this, so she began moving her hand up and down. She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing, but she figured that it couldn't be too far from the right way.<br><br><strong>"I don't really know what to do."</strong><br><br>Her admission was soft, as she looked up at him, eyes wide with innocence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 19:44:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached up, caressed his fingers through her silken, red strands of hair, while she went on exploring his manhood, found it intersting how the rod pulsed gently with his heartbeat, how it was soft and yet hard, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, a testing rub given that had his head tilt back, a new breathy, soft sigh, close to a moan slipping from his lips.<br><br>"Well..." his eyes opened, fixed her, her innocence almost more then her fingers, arousing him. He could form her, teach her to his wishes, as it was. "...you should try to rub, carefully up and down...use some spit...to make it easier...the head is rather sensitive...you might want to be more carefull there..." he was circumcised so there was no foreskin to be rubbed over his cockhead, the cap bare, twitching ever so lightly with his rapid pulse.<br><br>"Better yet...though, it feels when you would use your mouth..." his back arced lightly off the backrest of the chair, to sink back down, his body blissfully tensing now and then.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 19:51:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened and then looked surprised when he talked about spit. She shrugged and figured that everything was an exploration. She opened her mouth and let some of her saliva drip onto the head and down the shaft. When she moved her hand, it was easier, and she stroked up and down. She loved how she seemed to hold power over him, and she was discovering that. <br><br>When he mentioned something about her mouth, she wondered vaguely if it tasted good, and decided that she was too curious not to find out. Leaning down, she sniffed it delicately before sticking out her little pink tongue to taste it. It wasn't all that bad, so she began licking up and down his cock, actually enjoying the smell and taste now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 20:25:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spit was simple the most easiest suplied lubrication for this act and it was directly a better feeling, smoother, then her dry fingers, which had his fingers curl in her hair, tug lightly, while the other hand grasped the armrest, hard. Yes..she had, in some way controle, so long as he wouldn't loose himself in the pleasure that was.<br><br>His thighs twitched, muscles there clearly in approval of her coming nearer, her warm breath washing first over his crotch...before her small, pink tongue made his lips form and utter a soft long 'Ohh!', second hand joining in tussling her hair. <br><br>"Hmm....yes, this is it...now...you see the sack..." it was hard, concentrating on her eager to please attempts at pleasing him and teaching and showing what she had to do at the same time. "...use your hand...rub them..." he tells, squirming ever so lightly in his chair, having the clear, manly smell on him, strong, yet enjoyable as she found out. "Yes...this is...good..." her mouth leaving streaks of saliva along his flesh was pure heaven.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 20:32:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She continued licking him, but when he gave direction, she began to cup and rub the soft sack gently. Smiling as he moaned, she decided to try something more and took the tip into the warm cavern of her mouth. She could taste some sort of liquid, and she licked the slit where she found it. She moved a little further down and swirled her tongue like she was eating ice cream. Pulling away, she looked up at him and her hand resumed its pumping.<br><br>"Like that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 20:57:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Easily she seemed to get the hang of it, his hands gathering her red locks, holding them away from this most erotic sight, watched as she got more eager and took the mushroom shaped cap of his cock between her lips, he brows furrowing lightly as she discovered the droplet of precum, wiggled her tongue against that small slit, from where she had worked it free, gaining a new, approving moan from her master. "Uhh...yes..." there were small shiver going through him as the waves of pleasure rose, rose higher with each bit of his meat that vanished between her plump lips.<br><br>Her head came up, her tongue sneaked over her lips, gathering the rest tasted that resided there, probably even and unconscious act of hers, while her fingers massaged on, kept on the on slaughter of blissfull rubbings. "Oh, I like this very much...I...think you will get the salve...tomorrow as well...you are working good for it..." he had promised it to her after all. <br><br>His hands guided her head back down, where his flesh stained, pumped full of blood, veins standing out, a maze of pumping, pulsing live that wrapped around that lance. "Go on...make me cum...." he assumed she knew what he meant...a mistake probably, but would she ask?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 21:04:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him quizzically. <br><br>"What is cum?"<br><br>She didn't have time to investigate it, though, as he put her head back on his cock. The way he moved his hands gave her the instinct she needed, so she began moving her lips over his shaft in a bobbing motion. Moving up and down, her tongue and cheeks provided all the saliva she'd need, and she moved faster with his breathing. Her hands played lightly with his balls and she closed her eyes, actually enjoying the act.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 21:20:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Renewed hearty moan, his lil slave getting the gist of it, knowing what to do as his hands made her move up and down, her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, dragged up, swirling around the sensitive head, just to caress downside, when her lips swallowed his length again. <br><br>"You...will find out *soft moan* soon....just...get ready to swallow..." he warned her, gave her plenty time still, his toes curling, body tensing and arcing now and again as she found a rhythm that had him slowly yet surely approach that precious edge, his saliva slicked, glinting cockflesh vanishing in her mouth over and over, a light turn having him rub along the insides of her cheeks, the male clearly picking up her pace, his hands curling tighter in her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 21:26:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could only not vaguely as she heard his strangled order. Her mouth was moving quickly and smoothly over his rod, and she felt the veins throb with each dip. She looked up at him, noticing how he was losing control...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 21:37:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soft groans now that slipped past his lips, while her own were blissfull around his flesh, flesh that began to throb harder, almost a&nbsp; deep pulse, pumping that jerked lightly through his lance, his sack twitching, pulled together, muscles tensing, squeezing the two balls still cradled in her hand.<br><br>"God's....." he exclaimed, his body going tense, straight as a board, his flesh swelling that small bit more and soon the first salty fluid, tangy, hot was deposited on her tongue, welled from that slit she had explored before, the next strand having more force, shooting from his tip, covering her cheeks with his seed, forcing her to swallow...as his hands weren't relenting, kept her in place...making her swallow or create mess in his lap, while Adil was blissfully unaware, swam in ecstasy that her hand and lips had wrought upon his body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 21:42:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was unprepared for what happened next, as she felt him tense and explode. She tried to pull away, but she could only swallow as it shot at the back of her throat. It didn't taste bad, just...different. When he finally released her hair, she pulled back and swallowed the remainder before licking her lips and considering the taste. She wasn't sure what she thought of it, so she dismissed it quickly. Looking up at him, she stood up and walked over to one of the cushions. Her entire life was now in ruins, and she had just pleasured the man who helped with that? How low could she go...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 22:02:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sat there, for longer moments, his hands Finlay releasing her, letting her get up, her feet still bound by the cuffs to her ankles...so even when he might be in slight haze now, he would catch her before she would make it to the door. <br><br>Very slowly he came to his senses, his gaze turning towards her, as she fetched herself a cushion, watching her with mild curiosity. It hadn't felt like she wasn't liking it...she had been curious and then eager to get more of it, so much was clear to him. "I seem to have found a lil slut, hiding in the virgin...haven't I?" he mused aloud, just watched her, while the warm waves of his fading orgasm lapped at his flesh still.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 22:08:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was lost in her own thoughts as the shame washed over her. However, when he called her a slut, she turned and glared at him.<br><br>"How dare you! I was curious, and I got a little carried away. Don't ever call me a slut!"<br><br>Her eyes flashed fire as her feisty nature came back. She wouldn't be talked to like that, even if he did think he owned her. She turned away from him, jaw clenching in anger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 05:53:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"On contra..." he interjects, simply, nonchalantly responds to her returning fire, her protest to be called slut. "...you are mine...I brought you...in this empire, where slavery is accepted you are very officially my property...and with that property I can do as I want...I can call you slut or whore, tart...whatever my mind comes up with..." he stood and fetched his pants, the soft material pulled over his hips, the outline of his flesh still rather visible on the front. <br><br>"He walked over to her, where she more or less sulked, where she had turned her back on him, reaching for that chain that dangled on the floor, the two clamps she had dragged with her...giving it a yank, delightfull sound filling the mansion, with him just shrugging, giving her an evil smile. "You asked for it to be taken off as well..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 11:04:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She seethed with anger as he told her of her fate. She turned to him and glared.<br><br>"I don't belong to anyone but myself."<br><br>She knew it was a pointless argument, but she had to say it. She gritted her teeth and humphed like a spoiled child. When he yanked on the chain, she yelped and was forced to get off the cushion. She hissed in pain as it didn't come off, but simply pulled on her skin. <br><br>"What do you want from me? If you think pain will make me submit, you're wrong."<br><br>She said it with more confidence than she felt, and she was sure her doubt showed in her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 15:19:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The collar around your neck tells otherwise..." the simple reply came, as he leaned down...didn't mean to cause more pain then was necessary, loosened the clamp from her clit, didn't leave that sensitive part though, without trailing his fingertips featherlight along her slit. He wasn't cruel persay...but could be just as stubborn and he did have the means to make things work. <br><br>"You are mine if you want or not...take a look outsides...." he gestured to the nice garden that one could see through the glass, lush green, some palm trees, a mix almost between the Oriental and English gardenwork. A bit in the background one saw a wall...it was high and no tree stood close enough to cross over it. "You won't be able to pass through the front door and the yard is closed off too..." it was a golden cage in some way. <br><br>"And no...if you don't make me, I don't use pain to try and make you obey...and you saw, your curiosity is enough, to nudge you into the right directions..." he had her nature, the curious kitten on his side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 16:52:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hissed a little as the clamp was finally removed and shuddered a bit when he touched her raw clit gently. Her eyes did follow his voice, and she saw the beautiful garden with the fence. She realized that this was quite a beautiful home, and she was lucky to have been purchased by a wealthy man. Still, she didn't count herself lucky. His home was nice, but it was nothing compared to her chateau back in France. She was terribly homesick.<br><br>Sighing in sadness, she sat back down and looked away from him. <br><br>"How long do you plan on keeping me?"<br><br>Maybe if it was only a year or so, she could return home without scaring her parents too awfully...maybe...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 19:57:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He brought those teasing fingers to his lips, let them engulf his lightly dewkissed fingers, suckled on them for a moment as he was lost in the sight of the garden, always a bit pondering, what plants to add, what to change...or to simply tell the gardener to let things grow a bit wilder.<br><br>"Hof lo..." he blinked, had actually spoken while tasting her still, a confides blink of his eyes before he spoke again...this time with less fingers between his lips. "How long I will keep you?" he raised a brow, looked at her from the corner of his eyes. <br><br>He had planned to keep her...would he? Was she too much trouble? Didn't she have potential as she had shown? "I will keep you as long as I want..." How long that was now, he couldn't say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 01:43:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rolled her eyes at his vague answer and could only nod tersely. She was screwed...<br><br>"Well, <em>master</em>, what can I do for you now? Fluff your pillows? Brush your teeth? Give you a bath? Carry you around the house?"<br><br>Her sarcastic tone was hard to miss, and that was the intention.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 05:51:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm...good that you are learning and accepting your postion, my pet..." he replies, simply taking her sarcasm for granted, ignoring it more or less and accepting her words as if they were spoken as if she meant it. "And a good idea too." he nodded to her brought up things, she could do for him.<br><br>"Though..." he starts again, having taken the leash from her and pulling her to follow once more, back upstairs to where they had been before. "...I think you need to be washed first...I mean, so long in that small shack...you are my pet, you should show off my wealth a bit, when I take you out and show your pretty self around...so, you should be clean..." he nodded to himself more then her as they entered the baths, a big tub allready filled with steaming water and soap that had foam rise up rather high. He leaned down and undid her anklecuffs, ready to defend himself should she try to kick him, gave her still lightly pink bottom a swat. "Get into the bath, I am with you in a moment..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 06:07:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rolled her eyes at his reaction to her words and grimaced when she thought of brushing his teeth and carrying him around. Surely he couldn't be serious...she stopped pondering though, and was forced to follow him into a beautiful bathroom when he tugged on the leash. How degrading...still, it could be worse. She would have kicked him when he removed the cuffs, but the bath looked incredibly nice. Therefore, she simply tested the water with her toe and slid into the blissful water easily. She couldn't help the slight wince that she produced when her sunburns met the hot water, but it soon faded and was replaced with a wonderful relaxing feeling. She leaned back against the tub and closed her eyes. She had intended to get the bath over and done with quickly, but all she could do was vegetate in the suds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 15:14:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It merely had been the idea of the bath that had sparked his interest, that his mind had latched to and with a light smile, out of her view, behind the beautiful redhead he allowed himself a smile. Things wouldn't need to be too rough for her. But with the two stubborn wills meeting...<br><br>Once more the sound of soft silk that glided along smooth skin, once more his pants dropping, this time his own handy work,l once more the slaver complete exposed to her. Not that she really would notice, as she was, or at least seemed taken by the relaxing warm water and the soft scent of Jasmin that the soap spread, wrapped the whole bathroom in it's heedy scent.<br><br>"Make some room please..." he tells her and after she would have given him his space, he would slip behind her, take that place, if she wanted or not, hopes that he had her cooperating for once. Once sunken into the heated water himself, after he released a pleased sigh he wrapped his arms around her, even when she sought distance, the french young woman pulled back against his slightly trained chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 15:20:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alise was enjoying the water when she heard him undress and ask her to make room. Sighing in exasperation, she moved forward and gave him room to get in. Once he was, she was pulled back against his chest. At first she was tense, but she finally realized that he wasn't worth spoiling her bath, so she leaned back against him and relaxed. Her red hair was slightly wet at the bottom, and it laid on his shoulder. Her eyes closed and she tried to ignore the fact that he was there as she let her sore muscles soak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 16:23:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her time to relax, tried to imagine how it would be, live turned upside down the way it happened with her. Wouldn't he be misstrusting as well? Especially when first held hostage and then sold away? He would struggle himself then...probably. It was probably in his own interest to win her over, make her calm and a bit more accepting...after all, hurting all the time...he wouldn't want that, didn't really make her submit, just cause she feared him. <br><br>He reached over the tub#s edge, droplets splattering down to the ground, back into the pleasent warm waters, reaching for one of the soft sponges that were placed to the side, the thing pulled over to vanish beneath the water, giving it time to soak itself full of liquid heaven, before he brought it up again, dragged it over her arm, while his own was slung around her, kept her close, almost like lovers soaking...the collar though the ugly truth. <br><br>He didn't strop after the arm, run the sponge up and down, let it soak up water anew, just to press it lightly out, let the water caress down along her silken skin and join the bigger pool as he dabbed it along her neckline, switched hands to go on on her opposite arm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 16:29:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had been so lost in her own thoughts that she started a bit when he began washing her. She was ready to be in pain because of her burn, but he was surprisingly gentle. As he washed her, she couldn't help but moan a little bit. Junjie had never allowed them this luxury, and they were almost always sore from the cramped sleeping arrangements and long treks on foot. Plus, the ropes and chains rubbed her skin raw, and the water turned from stinging at first to soothing. Suddenly she felt wonderful. She even felt a small smile pass over her lips as a sigh escaped. She spread her arms to give him better access, as she wanted him to continue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 17:24:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That soft sound of her pleasure, her arms spread, laying down on the tub#s edge, her body relaxing against his own, a light tilt back and sink further into the water. One could mean it was the other way around at this moment, he the slave that brought pleasure to his mistress, the sponge run across her neckline, upwards the curve of her neck and throat, upwards, along that slender column, his other hand brushing her hair to the side, even when some light suds allready where lacing the red, captured by those scarlet strands.<br><br>He knew she would it have better here, then with Junjie, had a nice home, comfortable mostly, as he hadn't yet decided where she slept, the gardens where big enough, he hadn't planned to harass her day and night either, food would be provided and many luxuries, like this bath too she would be able to use. <br><br>That hand that came back to rest on her belly didn't sit there idle for long, started to rub, small circles, while he simply enjoyed holding her, knowing that she felt good...probably a good, throughout and heated bath since some time for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 18:43:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grew more and more comfortable with Adil as he washed her, and didn't flinch when he began stroking her stomach. It felt nice, and she had to admit that the attention he gave her made her feel beautiful. Junjie had given her plenty of attention, but it was always dirty...sexual and perverted. The only thing that kept him away from her was the fact that a virgin fetched more money. The other men who had tried to buy her had all been fat and old, and had decided before they even reached home that she was too much trouble. She knew that the other girls would say she was lucky, and comparatively she knew she was...but that didn't make enslavement any easier. Still, his heartbeat against her ear and his hands on her body were making her more and more calm each moment. The kitten had retracted its claws...temporarily, and was now purring.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 16:52:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(ooc: Sorry for the delay in post...hectic week &gt;.&lt;)<br><br>He went on, run the sponge in laziness over her body, caressed her skin, let it dip to the sides, run up her sides slowly, avoiding her breasts still. He didn't want to bring her wrath onto him again. She might be pet, his slave and yet he would wish for her to accept it...a bit more at least, so making her feel welcomed was his goal, make her feel pretty again...after all she was and when she could wear herself with pride it would shiny well onto him as well.<br><br>So he leaned forward, light shift only, starting to place tender kisses to her ear, to the edge, slow, lasting touches of his lips, his breath calm, warm brushing over those shapes as well. He wouldn't raise his voice for the moment, would enjoy her soft side, enjoy that she could be cuddly maybe...exploring more of her being, not only the strongwilled cat that tried to scratch his eyes out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 11:53:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body and mind seemed to melt as he sponged away the dirt and grime. Her mouth opened slightly, and she closed her eyes as her muscles relaxed and her joints loosened. She was sure that this was heaven...in comparison.<br><br>As he washed her, she felt him press kisses to her neck and ear, and she had to admit that those touches of his lips sent heat to her core, making her wonder if he was as awful as she thought he was. She wouldn't dwell on it, now, though, as she lived in the moment.<br><br><strong>"Mmm...this feels so nice."</strong><br><br>She said it quietly, but the unsaid <em>thank you</em> was there between them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 17:18:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her words, a genuine one that had just some more kisses showering her skin, his head turning to be giving her other side just as much attention. "See...I am not halfway bad..." he murmured, allowed his lips to enclose her earlobe...give it a soft suckle to it, while his hands slowly worked their radius bigger, wider, slowly inching up and downwards at the same time.<br><br>When the soft material of the sponge brushed the curve of her breasts it simply went on, accident perhaps that happaned as he was busy, nuzzling along the tender column of her throat, inhaling her scent, studying her almost that way, yet those teasing, faint accidents happened again, a finger to touch her breast, the sponge almost washing over her pubic hair and mound, just to stop at last. <br><br>"I think the worst I got off of you..." he murmured, soft voice into her ear, as he reached over with his free hand, got a bottle of soap, the cap unscrewed with nimble fingers, it's opening offered for her to take a sample of the scent within (your choice here). "...you like that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 18:10:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't mind the accidental strokes now, as everything felt nice. Humming with appreciation, she smelled lilacs and stopped. Immediately she was transported back to her grandmother's garden in Aquitaine. A single tear fell out of her turquoise eyes and she nodded.<br><br>"I like that."<br><br>Her voice was soft and sad now, not angry or sarcastic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 19:29:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Upon her agreeing he would tilt the bottle, place the opened neck against the sponge, spread some of the smelling soap on it before dipping it in water again, starting anew the teasing. The sponge that now left white lines, foam on her flesh, didn't hesitate now, once circles brushing her breasts he would even lift his hand to wash her mounds, cupped them, slithered the sponge over them.<br><br>"Tell me more about you..." he was curious, was back with the soft voice cooed to her ear as the lilac scent draped them in pleasent coocon, relaxing, if for her still haunting. "...I would like to know more, about you." He was interested for sure, didn't take her for granted now that she seemed to comply and wasn't as pushing against him. <br><br>He shifted lightly against her back, seemed lightly...uncomfortable for some reason as he tried to find back a good arrangement, without her noting his 'problem'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 20:09:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She noticed a tear coming out of her eye at the memory of her grandmother and wiped it away quickly. As he washed her, she relaxed and nodded.<br><br><strong>"Well, like I said, my name is Alise de Chagny, and I'm from France. We're of the old nobility, and our chateau is near Versailles. I was very close to all my family, and they're the most amazing group of people in the entire world."</strong><br><br>Her voice became sad and she shrugged.<br><br><strong>"What else do you want to know?"</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 05:39:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, almost idly, a gesture she would feel lightly as his head came to rest on her shoulder, watching his hand's work that almost went on on it's own, coursing up and down her arms, her skin glistening with the foam left behind, her breasts lifting ever so lightly with her every breath taken. "No...I think I know enough..."<br><br>He knew more of her, more then her words told him, knew she was stubborn, headstrong, as she had showed on the first meeting, on the slavemarket. She held her pride...yet he knew how to take her down a notch, if needed. Then she had been curious...pleased him greatly. It was something to build on, take her curious being and use it against her, make her do things she wouldn't do. <br><br>"I enjoyed Versailles..." as far as he could remember it anyway. "My father had showed it, when I was younger..." he idly chit chats, fingers busy though to explore her bosom, caress around the slippery curves, caressing along.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 05:32:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She swallowed as her breath involuntarily grew a bit shorter as her nipples hardened. She told herself that it had nothing to do with Adil's stroking, but her logical mind knew that wasn't true. She closed her eyes and thought of her home as he mentioned Versailles.<br><br><strong>"You've been to Versailles?"</strong><br><br>She was honestly surprised. Without realizing it, she leaned back into him, feeling his head on her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 05:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she leaned back he could look down her flat belly and those mounds he cupped and played with, fingertips, just the small bit of nails used as he cirlced over her areoalas, before clamping down carefully, rubbing around, slightest tweak.<br><br>"Yes, I have been there..." he had lowered his voice...no need to disturb the silence more then needed that had build, only the droplets splashing back into the waters breaking the quite bathing of them. "...my father was traveler and tradesman...we came around alot after my other died. I was there as a small boy...so obviously I don't remember too much..." he gave a light shrug, went on to soap up supple flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 05:45:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded and realized that there was much more to this man than she expected. She didn't necessarily hate him, she hated her situation...and Junjie. She wished that he'd let her go, but she knew she was lucky to get him instead of someone else. She began to relax even more against him. Her nipples turned rock hard as he teased them, and she felt her breath shorten. She was becoming aroused, and he had to know it.<br><br><strong>"That's...interesting. I...miss it."</strong><br><br>She wasn't pausing for dramatics, but to catch her breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 21:17:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another nod of his head, which had the slight, barely there beard stopples rub against her cheek, fingers still busy, as if testing those hardened nubs that were pressed firmer, with each of her taken braesths into his fingers, as if offered. "I liked france...or, well, as much as a small boy could like it...the people there were nice..." From the teasing to her peak's tips her went to take her bosom fuller, palms pressed into the soft flesh, soft kneading, gentle work.<br><br>"...as the small boy I was, I loved the palace...it was grand, it had a big garden...even for me it had been breathtaking..." the memory seemed simple, one to surface quickly, one he didn't need put much thought to, as his fingers traveled on in their exploration, one slithering slowly downwards, the other keeping her lightly pressed into him, while he slowly neared her mound.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 21:26:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Although she had been thinking about home, she was soon lost in sensation. Inhaling deeply, her lips stayed parted and her eyes closed as she enjoyed his attentions. Her heartrate sped, and she let out little moans every now and then. When he massaged them, she licked her lips. She desperately wanted him down further, though, and it seemed like he heard her thoughts. Smoothing his hand down her belly, she knew that she was wet in more ways than just the tub water. She spread her legs a bit and didn't bother answering him about Versailles. Her attention was taken by a much more pressing matter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 05:28:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft sound, like a murr...that sounded pleased as she stayed quite, only her deep breathings within his ears. It was once more, curious to see how she could be manipulated rather easily, how her belly sunk and rose higher the lower his hand wandered, the anticipation...that he wouldn't fullfill, his fingers curving to the side of her slightly spread legs, over her thigh, just to pull them back, nails pressed to her skin, digits raise, a light rake, that for a moment left pink lines, those quick to vanish though.<br><br>"I liked France generally..." he went on as if he wasn't doing anything unusual, the broad grin, as he played with her, almost to be heard in his voice. Oh the innocence! <br><br>His fingers pulled back, palm, flat on her belly drawing a circle...coursing down again...this time maybe going for her sweet folds?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 05:40:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath quickened even more as he neared her folds, but then he pulled back again and again. She wanted to whine in irritation, but she knew she was trying to resist him anyway. Right? Goosebumps rose wherever he touched, and when he raked his nails, she audibly moaned in desire. She knew she was acting wanton, but she couldn't help herself. She'd never experienced this before...except through her own fingers...and she was horribly curious about everything. That was natural, right? <br><br>Swallowing heavily, she knew her heart was beating hard in anticipation of something that didn't seem to be coming very soon.<br><br><strong>"That's....good....France is...nice."</strong><br><br>She was barely aware of the words coming out of her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 05:58:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmhmm..." he agreed with her softly, that one hand on her breast brought back to attention, a slight pinch to let sensations flow through her, lap and overlap. "...France had nice ladies too..." a small compliment to her, as of course, as a small boy he wouldn't have been appreciating the ladies of that country. <br><br>Once more his palm going downards, seemingly slowing as he dipped over her mound and slowly let them glide along the smooth curve down, between her legs, fingers spreading, caressing over each lips, spreading them slightly, gentle touch with his slightly, rougher fingers, compared to hers. <br><br>"Though, I did like Paris too..." his own breath warm against her skin, his head turned lightly, maybe getting a better view, through the soapy waters, where fingers met again, to slightly stroke back upwards that slit, slowly dragged upwards, just to course down again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 06:07:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alise was now breathing incredibly shallow, and when he pinched her nipple and moved his hand down, she tensed, almost begging for his touch. Her skin was red with the arousal, and when he finally rubbed her slit and spread the lips, she gasped and&nbsp; groaned. Her legs fell further open, and she closed her eyes as she just focused on feeling. All the blood rushed to her nether lips, and her clit swelled. <br><br><strong>"Mon dieu..."</strong><br><br>She breathed the words softly and gripped the edge of the tub.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 02:40:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body püressed back, as if it would get her more of the feeling, more of him and the teasing, the soft touches and the pleasure. Her words had him smiule wide, the tenseness, anticipation felt. Would he go further? His fingers moved together, whole palm, a smooth rub, over her sex, the whole of it, up and down.<br><br>"Hmm...don't be so shocked that I saw some of your home country..." he still went on, innocent...even when his body told her otherwise, the hard flesh of his shaft pressing into the soft flesh of her bottom, Adil's own body ever so slightly reacting, pressing and almost squirming against her, in reaction to each of her own movements. <br><br>If she knew what happened here? If she was sure she wanted this? She would probably be more avare of it when his middle finger prodded her entrance, slid just a bit, towards that membrane, her maidenhead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Slave Market! (Tarin and Christa McGinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 03:15:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her brain was muddied with pleasure and she kept breathing heavily as she groaned. Her hips moved restlessly against his hand and she whimpered a bit. She couldn't even hear what he was saying, but when his middle finger pushed against her hymen, her mind cleared a bit and she winced with an audible whimper of discomfort.<br><br><strong>"Oh..."</strong><br><br>She didn't tell him to stop, but she was noticeably torn between telling him to stop or asking him to continue.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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