A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander & Gnerdygirl)
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				Title: <strong>A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 07:44:34</strong>
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				When a member rents out a suite of rooms from the Crescent Moon Country Club, they get some of the finest rooms that money can buy. The main suite itself was comprised of: a large entryway leading out into the main areas of the country club, a very large living room with a selection of couches, chairs, a dining room to seat 8, and the latest in home theater electronics, two large bedrooms on each side of the living room, and each room had a full luxury bath attached to it complete with jacuzzi bathtubs and large standing showers with room for three or four people.<br><br>The special part of these luxury suites, was the hidden set of rooms contained within the suite itself. Attached to the larger master bedroom, was another door that led into the 'training room'. In here, one wall was taken up by a large cage, complete with bed and simple toilet and sink. The rest of the room consisted of a stand-up shower, as well as a large bed in the middle of the room. The closets held every manner of sex toy, restraint, bondage equipment, and many other various tools and toys that anybody could ever want. It was into this room that Katie would soon be delivered, set up in the cage until her new owner came calling on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 08:24:05</strong>
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				Katie's handlers stopped in a small area just outside the corridors leading to the Club's wing of suites. It was specially designed to prepare slaves for delivery after auction. Most of the merchandise was held at the estate for a minimal amount of time, and a huge percentage of the highest grossing sales were on "unbroken" slaves. The maximum recommended time frame from capture to delivery to the owner for this type of slave was four days.<br><br>She knew there was no way to escape half a dozen keepers like this. They were evenly split between males and females, she assumed to ensure no one engaged in any inappropriate conduct with the precious merchandise they delivered. And they were all physically fit, armed with identical tasers tucked in their belts. She had absolutely no wish to fight them.<br><br>However, a female handler climbed into the transport cage beside her with a handful of thick zip-ties as soon as it rolled to a stop behind a series of five mechanically-locking steel doors. "Roll on your belly."<br><br>Katie did as she was told. There was no will to fight these people in her. She knew she couldn't win. The woman pulled the girl's limp arms behind her back and zip-tied her wrists together securely at waist level. She moved with practiced efficiency next to Katie's ankles, repeating the motions with a longer zip-tie laced between them to allow a little movement.<br><br>The preparation area was sparse and baren, though appointed with everything a handler could want to prepare a slave for the final delivery. Surfaces were rounded and loose items were all secured to walls and eye-bolts in the cement floors. There would be no chance of a slave hurting themselves or someone else while they were here.<br><br>Katie's first stop was the showers. Two handlers lifted her by the elbows and carried her into a large tiled chamber. Jet were set in the ceiling and walls at every level. They stepped outside, a hermetic door whisked shut, and the shower began. <br><br>She was sure she screamed as hot water burst at high pressure from the walls. There was no way to escape it. Every part of her was completely doused with a scouring mist that dissolved into suds, then water again. She fell to her knees, then lay on her side. Less than three minutes passed and she was completely and perfectly clean, scented with the expensive oils that laced the last pass of water.<br><br>The pair of handlers picked her up and carried her to the next station. A toilet. They sat her down, watched, and waited impassively. Katie couldn't bring herself to look at them, and they knew when she was finished, lifting her up, returning her to the showers for a very short visit, and then moving her to the room where she'd be dressed.<br><br>First, she was waxed. At this point, the girl had crawled somewhere far from her reality. She watched impassively, unmoving, as a sweet-faced older woman went about the work of swiftly, almost painlessly, removing every speck of hair from Katie's body with wax strips. The woman's hands were deft as she parted the folds of Katie's labia and removed even the fine fuzz there. She nodded to signal she was done, and the handlers took over again.<br><br>They dressed Katie in simple clothes that could be put on without her cooperation or freedom of movement. They slipped a filmy, loose halter-top made out of fine-spun satin over her little breasts and tied it behind her neck. Then they laced matching panties around her hips. One of the women dragged a comb through her still-soaked hair and nodded. Everything else was up to the owner.<br><br>Katie was carried back to the transport cage, fed a few sips of water from a paper cup, and taken to the suite. <br><br>By the time she got there and was lifted from one cage to the other, she was so exhausted from fear, a lack of food and sleep, and exertion, that she almost blacked out as soon as she was laid out on the pallet.<br><br>"Should you take off the ties?" One of the male handlers perked a brow at the woman who was carefully arranging Katie's wet hair to fall becomingly around her little shoulders.<br><br>"No. This one is combative. The owner can do that, if he's able." She laughed. "Let's go. There are a few more and I'm on overtime already."<br><br>The handlers left the sleeping girl alone, tied and deeply sleeping, locked in a gilded cage. The last one out of the room dimmed the lights to an inviting amber glow. Katie didn't even realize they were gone; as soon as her body was laid down on the hard bed, she was deeply sunk in dreams.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 16:47:21</strong>
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				James entered his suite of rooms after a few hours of polite conversation at the bar later that evening. Gently shutting the door behind him, the lock 'snicked' that seemed to echo through the large, quiet rooms. He was excited, probably a little too excited to be honest. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been with a girl like Katie. So young, so innocent, it was like being a teenager all over again. Resting his head against the wall, James closed his eyes and took a few moments to calm himself. He mustn't let his emotions take control like this. There would be a lot of work required tonight and in the days ahead. <br><br>With a determined stride, James made his way through the suites and into the master bedroom. Per his instructions, a large selection of clothes in his size were already waiting and availed for him. He took a few minutes to change out of the outfit he currently had on, into something a bit more comfortable. A loose pair of flannel pants, and a thin, comfortable t-shirt. Properly attired, he walked over to the hidden door, unlocked it from the keypad, and slowly walked inside.<br><br>The room lights were dim, quite darker than the suite he had just left. Adjusting the light controls, he raised the light level up just a bit, making it a bit easier to see. Grabbing a small stool from near the bed, he carried it over to Katie's cage where he sat it and himself down to gaze at his new slave. She was stunning, small of body in every way. Her hair spread out around her like a halo, the small pieces of clothing only enhancing the shape of her body underneath. Setting a small bag of things he'd brought in with him to the side, he simply leaned back a little and watched her sleep. She'd awaken soon he knew. The drugs in her system wouldn't let her sleep for more than a few hours, but would make her feel as if she'd slept a full night's sleep. When she awoke, he'd be here, sitting, waiting, and watching her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 18:29:52</strong>
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				She dreamed of having dinner. <br><br>It was a very simple dream, bordering lucidity in it's realism. Katie walked into her favorite Chinese restaurant, nodded to the hostess, who knew her by name, and took a seat at her customary table near the kitchen doors. The waitress brought her order automatically, a heaping plate of steamed sticky rice, veggie lo-mein, and a tall glass of water. She was too hungry for the affectation of chopsticks and dug right in with a fork, the food cooked perfectly to her taste. Just enough crunch to the vegetables, the soy sauce in brilliant measure...<br><br>She was halfway through the plate when a shadow fell across the wobbly table for two. She sighed, blotted her lips on a paper napkin, and set down her fork with deliberate annoyance before looking up. The wait staff came and went silently, unobtrusively, here. She looked up, her jaw already set in irritation.<br><br>The man from that other dream, the one about the auctions, was standing over her table. His torso blocked her whole view of the dining room, and he held a newspaper folded under one arm. Her heart flopped in her chest, giving her the sensation she'd only felt once before in her life, when she was on her first and only roller coaster ride and the cart she was strapped into began it's sudden, breathtaking plummet... Her eyes traveled up his body to his face, but it was shadowed against the tacky red glass light fixture hanging directly behind him. Only his eyes, and his teeth, glittered to give away the fact that he was living, and not some shadowed ghost.<br><br><br>She woke up, blinking to awareness suddenly and violently. Her heart and stomach were still squeamish and filled with sparks, the sensation of dropping fast and without any sense of control lingering on. She reached up to brush the hair falling over her eyes away, but was halted&nbsp; as she realized she couldn't even feel her arms. She was lying on her side on something marginally soft, though very hard beneath the padding, and her arms were so deeply asleep she couldn't even feel them. She tried rolling over onto her back and realized why; she had been crushing one of them beneath her, and they were... tied behind her back?<br><br>Katie yelped softly in pain as she tried again to move. Her shoulder was cramped and aching from so much pressure applied directly to the joint. The burst of unpleasantness was enough to knock the rest of the sleep from her mind. Her eyes went wide and she managed to shake the hair back from her face to take in her surroundings.<br><br>Before she could really absorb where she was, she saw... him. For a moment she was incredibly relieved, then something in her belly constricted. She licked her lips. Thought for a moment.<br><br>"Hey," she tried, her voice a low, hoarse whisper, "can you let me out of here? I can't move. And I'm starving."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 18:56:54</strong>
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				His eyes watched her body rise from the depths of sleep, watched her small form struggle against her bonds. He felt a little silly for no thinking of those when he'd arrived. He could have easily cut them while she slept, leaving her unbound and somewhat free for when she woke. Reaching into the bag at his side, James pulled a small nice out and opened up the blade. Standing up, he walked to the side of the cage and reached in through the bars. Gently taking hold of her ankle, the knife sliced through the plastic, freeing her legs. He did the same to the bond about her wrists before moving back to his seat and putting the knife away.<br><br>"Good evening Katie. It's a pleasure to finally be in your company. I do apologize for the location that you in, but I'm afraid I can't let you out just yet. I wouldn't want you to run away, as hunting you down would be such a bother. You do understand your situation here I hope. The cage, the restraints, I'm sure your smart enough to figure it out. Just in case though, well you are now my slave. I am your owner James, but you shall refer to me as Master or Sir for the time being. You and I are going to become quite close Katie, closer than you've ever been with someone. I look forward to the time that we will spend together in the next week or so."
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 19:24:54</strong>
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				Katie cried out softly as he released her wrists and ankles. She clumsily dragged herself upright, heaving her arms back around to fall in her lap and whimpering softly as the sensation came back slowly. She stared at her bare feet on the floor of the cage as she tried to sort out her whirling thoughts. Finally, she plucked something from them.<br><br>"A week?" Her voice was a tiny whisper. "What happens after a week?"<br><br>She'd be damned if she gave this asshole even that much time. If he was stupid enough to open the door of the cage, she'd claw his eyes out as soon as she could jump on him. She barely felt the fat, hot tear that rolled down her cheek. This was all so much... so overwhelming...
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				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 19:48:16</strong>
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				A soft chuckle escaped his lips as Katie asked what would happen after a week. "Well Katie, it's a bit more complicated than that. I realize that this must be a bit traumatic for you, but you have to understand something. We'll be staying in these rooms for a week. After that, we'll go to my main estate in England. You see, I own you Katie. Your now my slave, and must do as I say. You have no more rights, no freedom except what I give you. Did you not pay attention during the auction? I bought you Katie, and you belong to me." His eyes gleamed a bit, an almost devilish smile appearing on his lips before his head turned down towards the bag at his feet.<br><br>Bringing the bag out in front of him, he opened it and pulled out a few items of food. A juice pack, a container of lunchables, and a little snack pack of pudding for desert. "Now I'm sure your hungry. They haven't fed you in about a day now I understand. I'm not a mean person Katie, and you need to trust me. I would love to give you this food, but only if your polite and ask me nicely. It's really quite simple, don't you agree?"
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 19:59:57</strong>
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				"Oh god." <br><br>All the color drained from her face. She had to get away from him! Whatever it took, she wasn't going to live as this asshole's pet. But first... he had food.&nbsp; And she wanted it. There was no way to get even something like a meal without him providing it. The reality of this almost took her breath from her. She was going to escape and call every law enforcement agency she could imagine!<br><br>Her stomach growled loudly as she eyed the contents of his bag. Damn it, her mouth was even watering! She stood, a little wobbly on her feet, and crept towards the bars of the cage before whispering, "Can I have it? Please?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 20:20:54</strong>
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				James smiled a bit as he held the food just out of reach. "Of course you can have some Katie. You just need to ask for it properly. I own you, remember? I believe I just told you how you should address me. At least for the time being. Now, why don't you try it again, and do it the right way. I'm getting a bit hungry myself, and I'd hate to eat this food right in front of you."<br><br>And thus it began. The training of a new slave. It had been a very long time since James had a girl this innocent and unbroken. It was all about positive and negative reinforcement. They do something you like, you give them a treat. They do something bad, well you give them a little slap. It was really quite simple.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 20:24:50</strong>
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				She stared at him, blatant disbelief written plainly on her features. She wrinkled her nose in loathing, but fuck... he had the food! And there was no one else in the room to appeal to. She was going to go nuts if she didn't have something to eat!<br><br>"Fine. This is stupid, but can I please, PLEASE, have some, sir?" The words were flat, obviously delivered with some resentment and mockery, but she at least offered him a token of cooperation. Her lower lip trembled slightly as she longingly moved her gaze to the meal he held just out of her reach. "Please?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 20:37:16</strong>
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				His smile remained in place while in James's mind, he mentally shook her head. <em>Oh no no, this just won't do Katie.</em> Taking the straw off of the juice pack, he peeled the plastic wrap off it and stuck the straw into the opening. Holding the juice box with his left hand, he slowly held it out towards her.<br><br>Waiting for move out to grab it, James would then reach his right hand out and give her a little slap downwards on the tip of her nose. Just like someone would discipline a puppy or kitten who'd done something bad. "No no, Katie. That was bad. This is not stupid. You must understand that this is the way things will be." Pulling the juice box back a bit, he took a small sip, smacking his lips in pleasure. "Mmmm, that does taste good. I might just drink the whole thing. Or maybe you can understand what I'm teaching you here and try again. What do you say?"
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 20:46:44</strong>
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				Katie squeaked and stepped back a bit from the bars of the cage, rubbing her nose. She was fighting the urge to just start crying and begging with every bit of her willpower. It would be so much simpler, and more dignified, to do what he asked. For now, and at least until she had some kind of idea what it would take to get away from this crazy man.<br><br>She reached down to wipe her sweaty palms on her jeans. And realized, <em>stupid me!</em>, that she wasn't wearing any. She was wearing some kind of ridiculous underwear, the kind you'd never be comfortable in for a whole day, but that looked awesome on the rack. Her cheeks&nbsp; burned brightly, the blush staining even her neck and chest a little.<br><br>Her stomach growled in demand again, distracting her from her current state of undress and from the burning sense of shame from his light slap.<br><br>She took a deep breath and glanced to him. "Okay. So. Can I try again?" She cleared her throat and tried to ask sweetly now. "Can I please, please, have that food, sir?"
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				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 20:59:45</strong>
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				"Do you see now? That wasn't all that hard now was it? Civility will get you all kinds of things in life Katie. It's so much nicer when we are polite with one another." Smiling, he scooted a bit closer and held the juice box out within range for her to grab it.<br><br>"Your doing well I think, but I don't really feel like you truly think of me as your owner. I think you could just be saying this stuff to get something to eat. So you only get the juicebox for the moment. You need to act a bit nicer for some real food."
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:08:03</strong>
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				She gingerly took the juice from him and almost fell over her own heels in her hurry to back out of reach of another stinging little slap. She greedily began gulping it. At least this was some kind of start! <br><br>Her stomach growled in fury as the juice hit it, and far too soon the straw rattled against the empty bottom of the container. She dropped it to the floor of the cage and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a little out of breath from drinking so quickly.<br><br>"Am I supposed to like you? You just <em>bought</em> me. Took my whole life away from me! I have to beg you for something to eat, even!" She tried to keep her voice at a normal volume and did pretty well, at least in her book. She was so incredibly unused to raising her voice at all that her words were barely louder than a normal speaking level, but in her own ears, she was bordering on screaming at him. "It's going to take more than some fucking juice for me to like you. What do I have to do to get that?"<br><br>She pointed to the food he still held. Her hunger was even worse now, awoken with the sugary juice and angered even more than before. Her belly was almost cramping as she imagined what it would be like to stuff her face with salty crackers and processed junk. She seriously hoped he couldn't see the greed in her eyes, or tell that she was actually, literally, drooling.
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				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:21:46</strong>
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				"Now now Katie, don't blame me. I wasn't the one that kidnapped you. I didn't watch you from afar, or scheme to have you delivered here. That was all done by others. I simply saw you, and saw an opportunity that I was willing to go for. You should be thankful. I'm a fairly nice guy...in my own way. Some owners..well if you had been bought by them, you would be chained up on the bed being raped this very moment."<br><br>Reaching into the bag, he drew out her dossier and began reading over it again. "The country club here did some research on you once you were picked up. You talk about the life you were taken away from, but let's be honest here. It wasn't much of a life to begin with. You should be happy that you were picked up. I'd imagine you'd be dead within a few short years otherwise. This isn't a bad life Katie, it's just a different one. You can learn to accept it, or not. If not however, well you wouldn't be much use to me then. I would probably just contact one of the other bidders and sell you off again. Oh and trust me, I'd make sure to pick a mean one for the trouble you'd cause me." His eyes hardened as he almost glared at her. He was nice, there could be no doubt of that. The look he gave her though, it showed a hardness and an edge to him that lay underneath the soft outside. Saying something like that, it was easy to believe that he meant it.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:30:50</strong>
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				Katie stared at him in complete disbelief for a long, silent moment. "I liked my life. I didn't have anything, and I probably wouldn't ever even finish high school at this rate. But it was mine! Now I have to ask you even for food? Like I'm some kind of... Oh. Shit."<br><br>She slumped to the floor of the cage, her legs folding beneath her as all the strength ran out of them. "You're serious, aren't you? Oh my god, are you going to rape me, like those other guys would? Fuck... please don't give me to someone that'll treat me bad!" She covered her face with her hands and moaned, "I just want something to eat. Can we start there? What do I have to do?"
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				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:48:50</strong>
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				She was starting to break down, which was always a good sign. A slave couldn't be built back up until they were broken down first. Standing up from his chair, he left the dossier and the snack pack pudding behind, but carried the lunchables with him. Moving right up next to the cage, James reached in and slowly stroked Kattie's hair. The cages had been made that there was no part inside that was out of reach of the owner outside it.<br><br>"I don't want to give you away Katie, and I don't plan on treating you bad. I am actually a nice guy once you get to know me." He said nothing about the rape, as he felt she had no reason to worry about his intended plans for her. He didn't plan on raping her...not exactly anyways. He'd wait until he built her trust up of him a bit before working on the sexual aspect of their nature. Oh sure, she'd probably complain and cry and beg him too stop, but that deeper, underlying foundation of her trust for him would make her enjoy it on some level.<br><br>"I know your hungry Katie, and I know your tired and scared. I'm going to give you this food, because I'm a nice guy and I don't want you to be scared. Doesn't that sound like a good idea? I told you Katie, you can trust me not to be cruel too you." Saying that as he continued to stroke her hair gently, he pushed the lunchables through the bar and held it just in front of her.
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:54:42</strong>
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				Katie's ridid posture relaxed a tiny fraction as he stroked her hair. His touch was so soft, and his voice didn't sound particularly psycho. Maybe he did care a little about what she was feeling, since he had just paid a huge fortune to own her.<br><br>She didn't even spare him a glance when he produced the lunchable. As soon as the food was in reach, she snatched it from his hands, completely oblivous to even his presence in the room as she grinned at her banquet. <br><br>She froze, though, just before tearing into it, and peered up at him with an arched brow. "You serious? I can eat this? You won't take it away? Or make me pay you back for it?"
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				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 22:19:38</strong>
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				James smiled and continued stroking her hair softly, occasionally brushing her cheek softly. "The food is yours Katie. I'm not going to take it away from you." His eyes were soft, giving off an aura of caring and concern.<br><br>"I'm not going to make you pay for the food. I'm giving this to you, as a sign of trust. I want you to trust me Katie. I'm not going to try and hurt you, or sell you to some cruel person. You need to trust me though as well. I'm trying to teach you how things are now, show you the rules. You can disobey if you want, but disobeying just means that you'll get punished. It's like anything else in life Katie. If you disobey those in charge, then you get punished."
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				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 22:59:13</strong>
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				She crammed a cracker in her mouth, too hungry to really care what he saw or to expend too much thought on her current situation. "Trust, I've never trusted anybody." She grinned around a mouthful of food. "And you talk about punishment like I'm some kind of pet. You gonna make me stand in a corner?"<br><br>She didn't move away from his touch. It was comforting, actually, though she was sure he'd push her boundaries soon enough. She wasn't dressed up like this for her own comfort. She had an idea what was on his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:22:23</strong>
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				The hand stroking her hair continued, gently brushing her cheek and shoulder on occasion. "I really don't think standing in a corner is quite what I had in mind. That isn't exactly a form of punishment now is it? No, think more of along the lines of what you received earlier. Perhaps I'll use a paddle on you, or a good old fashioned spanking."<br><br>Pulling his hand back and walking away from the cage, me moved over to where the door leading out was. "I want you to watch this Katie." James said as he looked back over his shoulder. Pulling a recessed panel open, inside was located an electronic keypad with a digital display. "This is the only way in or out of the room. As you can see, it requires a code to open or close the door. The code is 10 digits long, and impossible for you to guess. The door has no handles on this side, slides out from the wall, which means there are no gaps for you to pry something into it."<br><br>Walking back towards the cage, he sat down on the edge of the bed looking towards her. "I'm sure being in the cage is quite confining, and I'd like to help you out of it. Can I trust you enough to let you out with no bindings? I'm hoping you can be civil and come sit next to me so that we might talk." James wasn't under any illusions that she'd behave. He already had a set of handcuffs hidden under the bed just in case, a little button hidden by the nightstand would lower a nice hook in which the cuffs could be attached to so she'd be held upright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 03:09:06</strong>
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				Her heart raced as he stepped away. She licked the crumbs from her lips and stepped to the side of the cage facing the door, pressing her body tightly against the cold bars to try to get a good look at what he was doing. He was right. There was no way she could guess the code to escape, but maybe something else would come up that would prove this little bit of information invaluable.<br><br>So he liked spanking. Heh. That seemed to suit him. She sure as hell would never spank someone; she felt ridiculous even raising her voice to get someone's attention when she was angry. Something about the way he said this, though, gave her a strange twinge in the bottom of her belly. She brushed it aside. She had to think.<br><br>Katie could hardly believe her ears when he asked if he could let her out. She couldn't contain her surprised expression, but quickly tried to hide it away behind a smirk.<br><br>"Are you serious? Of course you can let me out. I'm a girl in panties and you're a grown man. You don't have to tie me up." <br><br>She offered him what she hoped looked like a nice, wholesome smile, pulling her hair over a shoulder to try to mask the quick sweep of her eyes around the room. If there was anything here she could use to possibly bludgeon him over the head, she'd find the fucking thing.<br><br>"You can let me out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 03:38:22</strong>
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				Oh she was certainly good. One crafty, yet innocent girl. Apparently, she didn't realize that he'd seen all the tricks, hell he'd been in a position very similar to hers himself at that age. He knew how to work people over, to act all innocent and kind, to lull people into a false sense of safety before springing some kind of trap on them, whether it be psychological or physical.<br><br>A smile still upon his lips, James stood up and walked over to the cage. Pulling a key from a chain around his neck, he placed it into the lock and slowly turned it until a loud click echoed through the room. Placing the key back under his shirt, he slowly opened the cage door and stepped back. Finding his place at the edge of the bed, he beckoned Katie to come out and sit with him.<br><br>"There now, one open cage door. Please come and sit. Let's discuss your future with me. It's not bad at all once you come to terms with it. Certainly much better than the life you had before, or one you'd be able to live on your own." Though he seemed relax and calm, his muscles were tense, his eyes wary of her every move. She wouldn't be getting anything pass him. Luckily, the room really had nothing that could be used as a serious weapon...not unless she was somehow strong enough to rip the furniture from where it was bolted into either the floor or the walls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 03:42:26</strong>
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				She couldn't believe he fell for it! This guy was a total moron, a sucker for an almost-naked girl smiling at him! She'd kill him if she could, if it would get her out of here.<br><br>Katie tiptoed to the bed, careful to keep her eyes trained on him. She'd have to check out the room later. For now, she was almost elated to be walking around in a space larger than the cages and pens she'd spent almost four solid days in. She wasn't going to push her luck while she was free and mobile. If she could lure him into relaxing, trusting her, she'd make her move then.<br><br>She perched on the very edge of the bed, on the farthest corner from him, and arched a brow. She tried not to sound like a complete smart-ass, or as if she was mocking him, as she asked, "What do you mean, my future?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 03:54:13</strong>
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				"Why your future with me of course Katie. You are my slave obviously. Did you forget that I own you? I'm not going to just let you languish in a cage all day and night for the rest of your life. That wouldn't exactly be a good investment of the money I put into purchasing you, now would it?" <br><br>James almost chuckled as he watched her sit as far from him as possible. Oh she was a coy one, nervous as a trapped little faun. He felt almost like a lion, stalking his prey. Each act had to be calculated, every movement must be closer to her, yet give the illusion of moving farther away.<br><br>"I must discover where in my household you will best fit in. I suppose you could work with the kitchen staff. They always seem to need help. Or perhaps with the cleaning staff. I own several very large homes, and there is always work to be done. Of course, the work can be grueling and very tiresome. It's not really the type of work I'd consider suitable for a girl of your delicacy and...physique. No my dear, I have much more enjoyable plans in store for you. It has been many, many years since I've had a suitable pleasure slave, and I think you will be perfect for the job. I have good instincts about things like this, and they've never been wrong before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 04:09:13</strong>
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				Katie stared at him, her hair falling over her eyes. She blew it back from her face, an unconscious gesture she'd performed a hundred thousand times. He wasn't bad looking, for a crazed pervert on a power trip. If this were an entirely different universe, she'd consider going to bed with him. But somehow she doubted he would have ever looked twice at a girl like her if she weren't now his actual physical property.<br><br>She crossed her legs, hoping to conceal a little more of her semi-nakedness, and propped her elbows on her knees. "Well, all I know how to do is clean hotel rooms, and I only did that for a couple of months. I'd be a shitty housekeeper, and I can't cook. What if you can't find a job for me?" She deliberately misunderstood the meaning behind the kind of employment he had in mind. "A pleasure slave sounds pretty fancy. Not something I'd be good at. I can't walk in high heels and all that crap."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 04:19:31</strong>
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				James chuckles softly as she describes what she is and isn't good at. Watching her get a bit more at ease in her surroundings, he half stood up and moved over on the bed, getting a good deal closer to her. What she also did not realize was the fact that in this position, he easily had her blocked off from the rest of the room. Other then backing herself into a corner, all other areas of the room could only be reached by moving within arm's reach of him.<br><br>"You see, and I've read all this in your dossier. Which is why I had basically ruled you out for working in any of those areas. I don't want to see your beautiful skin old before it's time from the steam and grime of the kitchens. Nor do I want to see you throw out your back or any other muscles from the constant work of a housekeeper. As I said before, I think you would be best suited for a pleasure slave. My...personal pleasure slave. Where you will be taught how to take care and please me...right here." His last words were said while gently patting the bed between them. She was a smart girl, and James was fairly confident that she would understand her job would be to please him here in bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 04:30:03</strong>
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				Katie measured his every tiny movement, calculating, memorizing, filing away.<br><br>She looked up at him, the challenge barely restrained from her voice, but clear in her glittering eyes. "Are you kidding me?" She tried to sound very grown-up and even haughty. "I probably suck in bed. I wouldn't know." She kept her voice cold and steely, but inside she was shrinking in fear.<br><br>She glanced to where he'd patted the bedspread. "Is it so hard for you to get laid, you have to buy your girls? Damn. That's pretty sorry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 04:58:54</strong>
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				James's eyes went rock hard at that last comment. He was about to say something, but instead bit his lip to keep it held back. "I've tried to be nice, to explain things simply. I didn't think it would work, and everyone told me that it wouldn't. I had to try though. You just never know." His words were quiet, spoken aloud although they were obviously meant only for himself.<br><br>Standing up, James reached into his back pocket where he'd had something hidden the whole time. Crossing the bed easily and capturing her small wrists with only one hand, the other hand came forward holding a pair of handcuffs. Not normal police ones, but specially made, non-scarring cuffs. The inside metal was surrounded by a lair of soft material that would not leave scars or cuts on the person wearing them. With practiced movements, he easily cuffed her hands together and dragged Katie up to her feet. <br><br>Slamming a certain spot on the nightstand, a strange metal rod began to descend from the ceiling. A simple hook was at the end of the rod, which seemed the perfect size to hang a girl in handcuffs from. This is exactly what James did as the hook reached his level. Lifting Katie's arms, he slammed the cuffs onto the hook, trapping Katie with no place to go. Things were about to get even worse for the girl though. Once the cuffs were hooked, up from the floor rose a strange, gymnastic sawhorse looking board. It was coated with layer upon layer of soft, pliable material. It came up right before Katie. The hook began to move as well, forcing the girl to bend forward over the sawhorse until her whole weight was supported on it, and her legs dangling off the ground. <br><br>Walking over to the other side of the bed, James pulled out the key and unlocked a hidden drawer within the bed. Moving a few items around within it, he looked up at Katie with a hard, angry look in his eyes. "I tried to do this with civility, but apparently it just didn't work. We discussed the benefits of being civil and polite to one another, but apparently you just didn't want to learn. I tried to be nice by feeding you, but again you threw my kindness back in my face. Well Katie, you asked before what I would do to punish you. It seems that the time for that has arrived." With that said, he slowly stood up, a large flat, plastic paddle held in his hands. It looked almost like a cricket bat used in England. His eyes hard, mouth shut tight, James began slowly walking back towards where Katie was bound and held.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:08:52</strong>
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				The handcuffs... Even being dragged into this horrible position... it all happened so fast Katie didn't have a moment to protest. But when he walked away from her, explaining in what was clearly a very angry, possibly hurt tone, what he had tried to do...<br><br>Katie shrieked and tried to wriggle out of the restraints. The cuffs didn't allow her any freedom of movement at all. Her feet kicked feebly, helplessly, and the movement of her legs only served to rock her ass back and forth, presenting a more inviting target for him.<br><br>Even as scared as she was, and this was probably one of the most frightening and embarrassing moments of her whole life, she was still aroused. A slow, aching warmth began to grow between her legs, and she realized that he'd probably be able to see&nbsp; a tiny damp spot on her panties, if he took the time to look.<br><br>"Oh my god..." She tried to look back over her shoulder to him. "I swear... don't do this. I'll be good. I'll do anything you say! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it. Please, let me up. I'll... do... anything!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:20:49</strong>
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				Twirling the paddle like a baseball bat, he held it up over his shoulder as he walked closer to where she was suspended. The way her ass wiggled and bounced as she tried to get free was quite...captivating to watch. "See Katie, how can I believe you? You say you'll be good, say you'll do anything. I'm sorry, but I just don't believe you. I think I gave you plenty of chances to be civil and discuss things with me. Apparently I thought too much of you. Well, time to do things my way now."<br><br>He had walked around her the whole time as he spoke, watching her struggle from every angle as he hefted the paddle up off his shoulder and back again. Finally ending his walk behind her, he dropped the paddle from his shoulder and held it out, gently patting it against her wiggling little ass. "As I said before, you will be punished for misbehaving Katie. This is your punishment for talking like a stupid little street whore to your master." <br><br>With that said, he pulled the paddle back and swung it hard right towards her ass.<br><br><strong>SLAP!</strong><br><br>The paddle slapped forcibly against her ass, enough strength behind it to make her body rock back and forth upon the sawhorse. Aiming the paddle once again, James swung the paddle back, and once more directly towards Katie's tight ass.<br><br><strong>SLAP!</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:31:29</strong>
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				Katie bit her lip and braced herself for the first slap. She was so surprised she barely had time to take a breath before her eyes immediately teared up. By the time the second landed, the hot burst of pain from the first made itself known. She started sincerely crying, screaming as he paddled her again.<br><br>"I get it! Please, god, please, stop! I won't talk like that again! Fuck, that hurt! Please... Please stop, <em>sir.</em>"<br><br>Tears poured down her cheeks and she shuddered, trying to control herself. She didn't want to cry, didn't want to show him how much he'd broken her down, rather than physically harmed her. The pain he gave her hurt, of course, but it also thrilled to life thousands of tiny nerve endings in her little bottom. <br><br>She didn't want him to know she was crying, any more than she wanted him to see how hard her nipples were, or how quickly the hot wetness between her thighs was spreading.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:39:11</strong>
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				<strong>SLAP!</strong><br><br>Another firm slap landed upon her round ass, again rocking her whole body with the force of it. Stopping for a moment, he slowly strolled around to the front of her. Kneeling down a little he looked at her eye to eye.<br><br>Reaching out, he gently wiped a few tears away from her streaked face. "I don't do this because I enjoy giving you pain Katie. This is your punishment. Plain and simple. Don't act out, and I won't punish you." Wiping away a few more tears, he walked around again behind her.<br><br>Swinging the paddle out, he tapped her ass with it a few times, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to rock her body a little. Quite unexpectedly, he swung the paddle back and landed another swat against her ass.<br><br><strong>SLAP!</strong><br><br>He couldn't help but notice her arousal from all of this. Her hard nipples poked through the thin halter top, and the growing wetness against her panties was easily noticeable. It actually distracted him slightly, as the wet material clung to her smooth skin, easily outlining the shape of her lips. Shaking his head as he realized he had stared for a little too long, he swung the paddle back and once more lay a stinging swat to her tight little ass.<br><br><strong>SLAP!</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:43:22</strong>
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				"Please! I've learned my lesson!" She tried to stop her tears. "I understand! Please, <em>sir,</em> stop or I'm going to.." <br><br>Katie wasn't really sure what she was going to say next, but the slap from the paddle cut her off. It could have been something like, "cry harder," or it could have been something like, "come." Every time the burst of heat finally showed up from the last hit, he struck her again. <br><br>Finally, she decided he either couldn't hear her, or he really didn't care. She dropped her head, whimpering, and tried one last time. "Please. Stop."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:51:41</strong>
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				Although another slap was probably expected, nothing came. There was only silence in the room, broken only by Katie's sobs and gasps for breath. Their was no other noise within the room, and it was almost as if she was left alone. <br><br>A sudden movement in the in the sawhorse and hook began to move her body. The saw horse lowered back into the floor, the hook raising so that Katie's body hung limply from the hook. Stepping up quickly, James easily lifted her into his arms and off the hook itself. Her body almost featherlight in his arms, he turned and gently laid her down onto the bed. <br><br>"I think you've learned your lesson now. I don't need to punish you any longer now do I? You'll speak to me as is proper with no back talk?"<br><br>He gently removed the handcuffs from around her wrists as he talked, moving to sit at the edge of the bed a small distance away. Though it was hard for him not to stare at her obvious signs of arousal, his eyes stayed locked onto hers until he heard the answer he was hoping she'd give.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:59:41</strong>
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				The last thing she expected was for him to actually stop! Her bottom throbbed, though not entirely unpleasantly, as he let her loose and laid her on the bed.<br><br>She turned on her side to face him, and to relieve the pressure on her abused backside, and watched him from beneath her eyelashes. He was so obviously waiting for the right response. She let him wait for a good, long while as her sniffles finally started to dry up. She smeared the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand and propped her head up on her hand.<br><br>"You don't need to punish me any more." Her voice was hoarse from tears and desire. "But all I can tell you is that I'll try! It's hard to change a whole lifetime of behavior in a second."<br><br>She shifted a little to roll fully off of her ass, turning almost all the way onto her belly, and presented him with a clear view of her rather modest cleavage. The front of the silky little top fell down just enough to offer him a peek at a shell pink areola and the tiny bud of her nipple. Her hair fell in a heavy frame around her shoulders as she considered him. If she could at least convince him that she was the brainwashed little girl he so clearly wanted her to be, maybe she'd find a chance...<br><br>"Do I really have to call you 'sir?' That's going to be the hardest to learn."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:11:02</strong>
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				James smiled at her as he listed to her speak. "I'm proud of you. A willingness to learn is a good sign. I don't expect you to learn everything in a day my dear. That fact that your willing to try though...it's a nice step I think."<br><br>James was not unaware of her movements, and found it very difficult not to stare down the front of her halter top. He'd picked Katie almost specifically for the petiteness of her body, and to have it almost completely displayed to him was a bit distracting.<br><br>"I don't see why calling me sir is all that difficult. I certainly won't be having you call me by name. Not yet at least. Perhaps sometime I'll allow it, but until then, yes you shall call me sir." Sliding off the bed, he settled the paddle back into its slot and slide the drawer closed. So cunning was the craftsmanship, that a person could not even tell that a drawer slid out from within it. He'd taken something else out before closing it, and laid it down in front of Katie. It was a new, fresh set of halter top and panties. Exactly like the ones she wore, but freshly cleaned.<br><br>"Feel free to rest a bit Katie. I won't lock you up in the cage tonight. I think you've had all the punishment you deserve...for the time being as well. Sleep well, and I'll see you again soon." With that said, James turned and walked over to the keypad. He entered the code into the door, his body completely blocking the procedure so she could not see a hint of movement. The door slid open and James stepped from view, locking Katie in by herself. The lights dimmed lower, not going completely black, but to a much lower level that would make it easy for her to sleep.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 19:38:30</strong>
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				When she realized he was actually leaving her alone in here, Katie's heart sparked with joy. But in seconds, she felt a stone drop in her stomach. Fuck, what if he didn't come back? Ever? What if he decided she wasn't worth it, and left her locked away to starve to death in a high-class coffin?!<br><br>When she was absolutely sure he was gone, the door silently closed and immobile behind him, she crept from the bed and started tiptoeing around the room. She figured there had to be cameras everywhere. There was no way he'd leave her alone after he'd just spent an incredible fortune on her purchase. If she found a way to hurt or kill herself, he'd lose more money than Katie would ever see in ten lifetimes. She tried to keep her exploration very innocent and merely curious, rather than calculating.<br><br>She'd already dismissed the cage as worthless. There was no way anything in there could be of any use to her at all. There wasn't enough water in the toilet for even the most determined slave to drown themselves and the hard pallet for a bed didn't have sheets or blankets that could be used for a restraint or noose. As she gingerly circled outside the cage, she trailed her fingertips lightly over all surfaces she encountered. Maybe she could find one of the hidded switches or seams that he seemed to know so well.<br><br>Her ass hurt. Plain and simple. Every step sent a delicious sort of soreness through her. And the exertion of the paddling, added to the last three days, was quickly wearing her down again. A cool shower was in order, and sleep.<br><br>Katie eyed the massive shower stall with a small smirk. Even here, the jets for the water were inset, unreachable to possibly cause injury in even the strangest situations. There were no handles to control the temperature of the water and no toiletries to be seen. She stepped out of her panties and stripped off the top, dropping them in the floor, and edged into shower. Even the glass had to be unbreakable or at the least shatterproof. There was no way the people who designed a place like this could overlook that kind of detail.<br><br>Set into the rear-most tiled wall of the shower was an unobtrusive touch-screen panel in the stead of faucets. She arched a brow and stroked it lightly with her finger. The screen blinked to brilliancy, offering her several options for her shower. She tapped it quickly, selecting the temperature, length, and pressure of the jets. It was like an automatic car wash cycle, she realized with a smirk, providing even a short foamy session of rich soap, even if the actual article wasn't provided to her for normal use.<br><br>She stretched and luxuriated in the gentle patter of the water. The warmth selection would only go to approximately body temperature and the override command was dependant on a fingerprint, or so the error message told her. After five minutes of being softly massaged with mist-like drops and a sensually-scented cleansing wash, she stepped out into the main room again.<br><br>Fuck. There weren't any towels, she realized, as she stood shivering and glaring around the room. That must be something that he could provide her, since she supposed someone resourceful enough could come up with all sorts of unintended uses for linen.<br><br>She shook herself dry as best she could, her skin quickly warming back to room temperature, and raked her soaked hair back from her face. As she stepped into the fresh outfit he'd left her, she smirked. If he didn't want to have to deal with a wet bed, he could leave her some towels next time.<br><br>The bed was dressed with just a huge, heavy satin comforter. There were no loose sheets or pillows and the comforter was so tightly-woven and thick that there was no way she could see to shred it or twist it into another shape. She sighed to herself as she slipped beneath it, the mattress conforming instantly to her frame. <br><br>She rolled over onto her belly to relieve her still-tingling ass. This would be harder than she had originally imagined. She pillowed her chin on her folded hands and almost immediately fell asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 21:31:13</strong>
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				A soft beeping on the nightstand to his side caused James to slowly awaken from his sleep. Sitting up slowly and stretching, his eyes blinked slowly as the last vestiges of sleep were shook away. His thoughts and dreams had swirled with images of Katie and him in hundreds of various scenes. Both sexual and non-sexual acts and pictures had assaulted him throughout the night, causing his sleep to not be quite as pleasant as he could have hoped for. <br><br>Shaking his head a bit as he climbed out of bed, he mentally went down a checklist of the things he'd do today. While planning out his activities, he walked to a small touchscreen display recessed in the wall. Tapping away for a few minutes, he made a few orders for breakfast and confirmed a few appointments he'd have to take care of.<br><br>With that done, his steps quickened towards the shower and warm jets that would truly help wake him up. He spent long minutes within it, soaping and washing his whole body, running the shampoo through his hair before rinsing himself fully. He loved the showers here with all the amenities that they featured. He really must remind himself to get the plans for one and have it installed in his homes.<br><br>Once the dryers built into the shower had finally blown the last drops of water from him, James stepped out and began to dress. His attire was quite simple for the day. A pair of silken boxer-briefs, over which a pair of loose, high quality cotton pants were drawn up. A simple button up shirt of very airy and soft cotton was buttoned up over his muscled chest. He wanted to be comfortable for his time with Katie this morning, and this was quite the relaxing outfit.<br><br>As he walked out of the bathroom, he saw a small cart already delivered which carried his breakfast along with enough for Katie as well. Wheeling it towards the door, he touched a panel that would slowly raise the lights on in her room to normal levels. Once done, he pressed the button to open the door and wheeled the cart inside.<br><br>"Good morning Katie. I hope you slept well." James said as he wheeled the car next to the bed. Moving around it, he sat down on the bed, moving to be between the cart and Katie. "I've brought a little breakfast for you and I to share. I hope it's the type of items that you enjoy. First off though, how about a good morning hug for your owner? I think theres a nice glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice here for you as a reward." He planned to give and hold back various food items from her, depending on her reaction and accomplishments this morning. He knew that the aroma's wafting up from the food trays would be very difficult to resist, and would hopefully make Katie be a bit more complacent with him this morning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 21:50:25</strong>
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				She woke up with a kittenish yawn, stretching beneath the covers as she blinked back the bright lights. She peeked at him over the mound of the comforter. He <em>really</em> wasn't bad-looking, especially in those&nbsp; light and soft clothes. Very different from the man she'd seen in the suit.<br><br>The food smelled absolutely amazing. Irresistable, actually. Her stomach reminded her that she had some catching up to do on lost meals as she sat up, rubbing her eyes and trying to wipe her hair back from her face.<br><br>"You're definitely a morning person," she murmured as she bit back another yawn. She pushed off the covers and sat up on her knees, straightening out her meager clothes as she did so. "What kind of hug? Like.. just a hug?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 22:20:13</strong>
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				James nodded and patted the bed quite close to him. "Just a simple hug. Something you'd give a loved one when happy to see them. It's a nice way to greet someone in the morning, don't you think? Plus I'm sure your somewhat thirsty this morning."<br><br>He sat in a very non-threatening manner, hoping to use more charm and words to persuade her this morning rather than the pain and humiliation of yesterday. He'd make sure she stayed quite close to him after the hug, as he had some plans for how to properly serve breakfast today.<br><br>There was something he had to put a stop too, a bit of a setback from yesterday evening. "I'm tempted to already hold it back from you though Katie. I thought we had a talk last night about the proper way to address me. Did you forget about that already? I'd have to take all this food and eat it right here in front of you...offering you none at all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 22:31:18</strong>
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				When Katie realized what he meant, her face paled. She shook her head quickly. "Oh, you don't have to do that! I'm sorry! Sir!"<br><br>She scooted across the bed quickly, still on her knees, and dropped her arms around his shoulders in a tense little squeeze of a hug. She sat back, blushing hotly. "I'm not a very huggy person. Er. Sir." She cleared her throat. "Was that okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 22:46:23</strong>
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				He smiled as she crept closer, her shyness and nervousness plainly apparent the way her body moved. While the hug she gave him was nice, it wasn't quite what he'd imagined. "Well that is certainly a start Katie, but I'm afraid you'll have to do a little bit better than that. Let me show you." Reaching out for her, he gently grasped her arms and drew her in close. Moving her arms up to encircle around his neck, James moved in closer himself and placed his hands along her hips. Their bodies were only barely touching, just the softest whispers of touch against one another.<br><br>Gently pulling back, James let her arms slip from around his neck and pulled his hands back from her hips. "You see now, that wasn't so bad was it? Isn't it nice to give someone a hug like that in the morning?" His smile was dazzling again as he reached for a glass and a carafe of orange juice. Pouring her glass about three quarters full, he held it out for her. "Drink slowly now. I only have so much for the two of us, and you wouldn't want to have none left while you eat your breakfast."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 22:51:52</strong>
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				Katie laughed and blushed faintly, for a moment forgetting her incredibly strange position and feeling genuinely proud of herself that she'd pleased him. She sipped the juice delicately. She was realizing quickly that this guy wasn't the type to lie to her about stuff like food. He laid out boundaries and expectations plainly, then acted on them. And her lesson from last night was still a residual warmth in her ass cheeks. He did what he said. <br><br>"Thanks. That wasn't so bad." She drank a little more and blinked. "Sir." She cupped the glass in her hands and peeked at him from beneath her hair. "So maybe practice makes perfect, yeah? If this is all going to be that easy, maybe it won't be so bad. Um. Sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 23:04:11</strong>
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				James smiled and reached out to softly brush her hair and stroke her cheek. "I'm very impressed Katie. You've hit exactly on what I'm trying to teach you. It's only bad if you make it bad. I don't expect perfection right away, only that you do what it is that I ask of you and at least try."<br><br>His other hand moved one of the platter covers and pulled out a small piece of buttered toast with a very light covering of jam spread across it. Holding it between his fingers, he held it up towards Katie's mouth. "Your doing much better than I had hoped for, especially after our little session last night. Here is a little treat for you because of this my dear." He held the food tightly, obviously not holding it out for her to take it. Rather it was positioned for her to simply eat it right out of his fingers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 23:32:00</strong>
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				She smirked lightly and arched a brow. His touch was so soft and alluring. For a moment, she wonderd what it would feel like to have those hands all over her body. "I don't want you to make it bad."<br><br>She appraised the bit of toast and bit her lip. It was very, very clear what he wanted her to do. She couldn't decide if it was really worth this for a piece of bread, but if she pissed him off now, she'd be looking at probably another spanking, and this one on an empty stomach. She slipped a little bit closer to him on her knees and glanced at him to make sure it was all right. <br><br>Katie bent forward and took a little bite of the toast, her lips barely brushing his fingertips as she quickly pulled away from him to chew. She swallowed and wiped her mouth with her hand. "Isn't this going to be a lot of work for you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 23:54:09</strong>
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				James shook his head as he watched Katie quickly lean back after taking a bite. "No not at all Katie. For you see, I won't be feeding you. I want you to feed me. I wanted to show you first how I expected it to be done."<br><br>Reaching over towards the small cart, he began removing covers and revealing the food to Katie's eyes. All manner of small finger foods lay out before her. Small muffins, tiny pieces of toast like the one he'd served her. A variety of small pieces of bacon and sausages. All types of food that could be easily eaten by hand and required no utensils. A pair of soft linen napkins lay folded up to the side should they need them. Along with the carafe of orange juice sat one of milk and water with a few extra glasses next to it.<br><br>"It's quite simple Katie. This is the task I give you this morning. You are going to feed me. I'll feed myself a little as well, but you are to help me and make sure that I get everything I want. As long as you perform properly and to my satisfaction, each time I enjoy a piece of food, I shall allow you to do the same. If you choose to rebel or act out like yesterday..." James shrugs and motions to the food with a wave of his hand. "...All of this will disappear. I will instead leave you with water and gruel to eat, and nothing else for the remainder of the day. Do you understand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 00:01:17</strong>
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				She wrinkled her nose and laughed. "Okay. Um. You're serious."<br><br>Shaking her head, she climbed off the bed and stepped to the cart, standing in front of him. She looked determined, like a girl facing a huge challenge that could only be overcome with massive amounts of effort. She plucked a slice of orange from a plate, salivating as the smell drifted to her, but turned to him. <br><br>Her fingertips trembled minutely as she held it out for him to take, as she'd taken her food just moments before. "Is this right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 00:08:57</strong>
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				James smiled as he moved his head close to her fingers. Opening his mouth slightly, he let the piece of orange pass his lips before closing them. Taking the whole piece of orange in his mouth, his lips closed slightly against the tips of Katie's fingers. Pulling his head back cause his mouth to very lightly suck on the tips of them before he began chewing, making sounds of enjoyment. <br><br>"Very good Katie. That is exactly what I was expecting from you. You don't need to stand though. Here, sit or kneel next to me." James patted the bed right beside him. "You can easily reach me and the cart from there, and you won't need to stand the whole time. But first, as promised please help yourself to an item of your choosing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 00:13:38</strong>
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				Her eyelids grew heavy as his mouth gently brushed over her fingers. She was ashamed of how much this was turning her on, the soft, sensual closeness of his lips to her skin. Her nipples were instantly clearly visible through the scanty top; as she turned to pop a bite of fruit in her own mouth, she realized again that a little spot of wetness was appearing between her thighs. He was quickly becoming very much an object of desire.<br><br>She took a breath to calm herself down and nodded. She eyed the bed next to him. That would give him entirely the wrong idea if she sat there; she hesitantly knelt just beside his legs. She reached over to the cart and blindly found a piece of a muffin, standing up on her knees to offer it to him. Jesus, there was something so wrong with her to be turned on by this!
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 02:56:12</strong>
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				A soft hum of delight emanated from his mouth as James slowly chewed the muffin. "Very tasty. The chefs here really know how to cook some quality food." He finally said, once he'd finished chewing the muffin and swallowing quietly.<br><br>He watched her with a smile on his face as Katie fed him another few pieces of food. Pieces of fruit, small muffins, little pieces of toast, they all passed from her fingers to his mouth. The small nods and smiles he gave her were encouragements and signs of his pleasure.<br><br>His hand toyed with her hair softly as she knelt so close to him. Stroking the silky soft tresses, his hand would often times graze across her cheek as his fingertips brushed her smooth skin. Gently touching her shoulder on occasion, his hand roamed about with a tender softness, always staying in 'safe' areas, as if he was simply letting Katie become accustomed to his touches and caresses.<br><br>Happy with her progress so far, he decided to give her a bit of a treat. Gently stopping her hands from getting another piece of food, he reached for the table himself and unwrapped a linen cloth. Hidden underneath were revealed a pair of steaming hot, freshly-cooked biscuits that still steamed slightly with warmth. Breaking off a piece, he found a small container of honey and poured a nice amount over the piece of biscuit. "You are doing so well Katie, I'm so very pleased with your process. Here my dear, try a little of this." He brings the biscuit up towards her lips, offering her a taste. The honey slowly spreads over the bread, a little drop beginning to drip down James's finger as he holds it toward her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 03:38:00</strong>
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				Katie was becoming accustomed to his soft touches, not noticing them enough to protest, but still registering the pleasant sensations they brought. If she hadn't been concentrating so carefully on feeding him, and on the delicate feel of his lips against her fingers, she might have relaxed enough to even bask a little in the gentle petting.<br><br>His mouth was going to drive her crazy. She tried to keep her eyes only on her own hands as she fed him, but she couldn't help watching his lips and the way they sensually carressed her fingertips as he ate. She wondered swiftly what it would feel like to have that mouth on her own, or.. on other parts of her body, but she had to literally cram that notion into the back of her mind so she could focus on what he needed her to do.<br><br>Katie watched with undisclosed delight as he unwrapped the biscuits and doused a little piece in honey. She smiled to him brightly as she leaned forward to take the bite from his fingers daintily; without thinking, she softly suckled the drop of honey from his fingertip before she sat back, chewing happily.<br><br>"Yum," she veritably purred.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 03:56:19</strong>
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				James smiled as she finished the piece of biscuit, enjoying the feel of her lips as they suckled the honey from his fingers. "Isn't this all delicious. And to think Katie, this is the type of food you can have every morning from now on. Shouldn't be too hard to get used to this I would think.<br><br>He had noticed the hints of arousal blooming in her body earlier, and was a bit excited himself and how well things were going so far. He didn't want to ruin things by moving too fast, but he desired a bit more of a familiar closeness with the girl than what he'd done so far.<br><br>Turning to the cart, he took two glasses and poured them about half-full with some milk. Leaving them on the cart, James reached down and gently lifted Katie up, intending to sit her on his knee. Almost like a father would do for a young daughter whom he wanted to have a talk with. Once in place, he'd turn back to take the glasses and hand one too her. "Three meals a day of this sort of caliber. And just imagine, you could have these meals anywhere in the world possibly. Some days in London, other days in Rome. Perhaps on occasion in Tokyo or somewhere in the Bahamas." His empty hand softly slide around her waist, sliding across the bare skin that showed between the hem of her small halter top and the top of her panties. He lifted his glass up to take a small sip as he watched her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 04:11:53</strong>
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				She went rigid as he pulled her into his lap. This was more contact than she'd ever had with another person and she wasn't entirely sure if she liked it. But he was being so nice, and it didn't seem like he wanted to do anything more than talk to her. Almost like a TV dad would talk to his daughter, she thought with a small grin.<br><br>The muscles of her belly went tight with aprehension, though, when he placed his hand on the bare skin. She couldn't promise herself she'd be able to behave and not hit him if his fingers wandered anywhere else. But she tried not to look too terrified or upset as she took the glass from him. She sipped slowly, then held it in front of her as a sort of focal point aside from his face.<br><br>"You're serious? I mean.. How can I see those places... I mean, belonging to you?" She shifted a little uncomfortably on his lap. "That's bullshit. I mean.. You're just being nice, right, saying these things?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 04:26:03</strong>
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				James chuckled softly as he took another sip of his drink. "I assure you Katie, I am not bullshitting you. Just because I own you does not mean I will keep you trapped in a cage forever. I still don't know you yet Katie, and you don't know me. Over time, as that changes, you will be given more freedom. With that freedom comes the added advantage of traveling with me. I travel all around the globe, fairly frequently. Now admittedly, you won't be able to go with me each time I go away. I wouldn't be surprised though if at least once a month we may be taking a trip someplace. Maybe it will be exotic, maybe it will be to a simple mid-western city. Even I don't know from day too day."<br><br>Taking another sip, his arm remains in place around her waist, holding her securely so that she does not fall. It is also a chance for him to enjoy the feeling of her skin against him. "I'm not lying too you Katie. I may not tell you everything right away, but that is only to protect me as well as yourself. We still don't know each other very well, and as last night showed us, there is some trust issues that need to be worked out as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 04:30:55</strong>
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				Katie smiled wryly and turned her face from him so he wouldn't catch the edge to the expression. She could understand her needing to be able to trust him to do basic things like care for her in fundamental ways, providing food, shelter, and the like. But more importantly, she wanted him to trust her. So that someday, the sooner the better, she could incapacitate him and immediately find a way to report him to law enforcement.<br><br>She took another sip of milk. "So is this what rich people do for fun? Lock up girls in big fancy rooms and get them to feed people breakfast? There were a lot of other people at that auction."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 04:52:21</strong>
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				James laughed softly at her question. "We all have our own hobbies and pleasures. Certainly some do enjoy that sort of thing. Remember though, others have more more sinister and deadly ideas for hobbies. Though I've never seen one, some of the members here engage in meetings where young girls such as yourself are chained from the ceilings in dark basements. The men (and even a few women) take turns raping each girl over and over again, for hours or even days. Once every member is finished, each girl is then killed." He shakes his head sadly, obviously in no way understanding how some people could do such things. He had no issues with the raping exactly, but killing them afterwards seemed like such a waste.<br><br>Setting his glass down, James reaches out and takes Katie's glass as well, setting it onto the cart. Gently lifting her up, he sits her down on the bed. His legs twist a bit as he pulls his knees up underneath him and kneels down atop the bed. "Let's talk more about what you will do for me Katie. I mentioned last night that I bought you for the sole purpose of being my pleasure slave. Do you understand what that will require of you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 04:57:17</strong>
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				Katie blinked, her eyes huge as she shook her head. "You're serious? People do stuff like that to girls like.. me?" She turned her face away and held up her hand to stop him for a moment. After a long pause, she took a few deep breaths.<br><br>"Should I thank you, because you're not one of those people? God, I feel a little sick..." She rubbed her eyes with her palm and exhaled shakily. "Sorry. That just. Um. Surprised me." She cleared her throat, unwilling to look up at him again, but shrugged as if to dismiss the thoughts from her mind. "No. I don't know what it means. I'm sure it's a bit better than.. torture and death?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 05:03:03</strong>
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				He frowns a little, reaching out to stroke her hair again. "I'm sorry Katie, I didn't mean to upset you like that. I only meant to show you how much worse things could be. Apparently I shouldn't have mentioned things of that nature to you." His hand continued the work that he knew she enjoyed. Kneeling somewhat close to her, he gently stroked and caressed her hair and face, hoping that the gentle touches would calm her and ease her frightened nature. For the moment, he spoke nothing more about her future responsibilities, preferring to wait until she was more calm and relaxed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 05:16:57</strong>
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				She let her eyes slipped shut halfway as she relaxed slowly into his gentle touches.&nbsp; If she could just get past how incredibly sexy she was starting to find him, maybe she could just truly relax and try to get a good handle on the situation. She even started to lean into his carresses as he fondled her hair and stroked her face. After a few quiet minutes, a small smile crept over her lips.<br><br>"Okay," she murmured. "I'm sorry I got upset. I should be thankful, in a fucked-up way... Okay. So tell me what I'm supposed to do again?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 05:29:25</strong>
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				His hand continued its soft stroking, noticing how she leaned in slightly to his touch. James had a feeling that this wouldn't last for much longer. Taking a deep breath, he tensed his muscles and prepared himself for whatever she might decided to do once he told her.<br><br>"Your job really will be quite easy. On occasion as I mentioned earlier, you will travel with me to various locales. There you will be my female companion when meeting with business clients. For lack of better word, you'll be eye candy on my arm. I'll use you to impress my clients with your pose and beauty, to make them yearn for what I have and they do not."<br><br>His hand stayed close to her face and shoulder, ready for anything as he continued. "When not involved in those duties, as I said before--you will be my pleasure slave. You will spend the nights with me, sharing my bed. We will both enjoy one another's bodies and give pleasure to each other. I purchased you because I desire you Katie. You are an amazingly beautiful girl, and I needed to have you all to myself, in every way possible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 05:36:47</strong>
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				She knew as soon as she moved, she'd regret her next actions for a long time.<br><br>As soon as he began describing what he wanted from her, she began to grow rigid and wary beneath his touch. And when he stopped speaking, she couldn't control herself any longer.<br><br>"Fuck!" She jerked back from him and twisted like a cat to slap him with all her might squarely across the jaw. "You're crazy! I'm not good enough to be that kind of girl, and why the hell do you think I want to sleep with you?!"<br><br>She spit in his face, nostrils flaring as her color rose. "You can go to hell. You're just making fun of me now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 06:06:55</strong>
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				Though he'd been prepared for her movement, he wasn't quick enough to block her slap that slammed against his cheek. His face spun to the side with the power of the blow, the harsh sting causing his teeth to grit slightly. Turning back to face her, he did so just in time to earn himself a wad of spit directly in his face. He sat there motionless for a moment, breathing heavily and eyes downcast. The way is muscles seemed to tense and ripple, it was almost as if he was containing an anger within him that surely would have destroyed her small, frail body had it been released.<br><br>Eyes shooting open to stare at her, she would be sure to feel the heat and anger in that glare. His teeth still clenched together, saying nothing as he stared at her, a look almost akin to murder flaring in his eyes. With a swift motion, his hand shot out, grasping her by the hair and pulling her forcibly towards him. Moving his body just as quickly, his hand wrapped around her soft tresses forced her face first into the bed. Pressure against the back of her head and neck kept her from rising, though it was needed only for a moment before she felt his weight settle over her. <br><br>Legs straddling her hips, he bore down on her roughly, pressing her against the mattress. His groin lined up perfectly with her ass as he ground against her sensitive skin. Hand holding her neck easily, he could have snapped it with a hard twist had he truly wanted too. "You dare strike me." James whispered harshly to her, his mouth inches away from her ear. "I thought you better than this Katie. I've shown you kindness, fed you, kept you safe from others who would buy you and use you and throw you away. And this is how you repay me!!" His voice rose a bit as he let his anger vent, speaking to her as he hadn't spoken to anyone in quite some time.<br><br>"Don't you dare lie to me about not wanting me. I watched you last night. You almost had an orgasm while I paddled you. Even this morning as I fed you. You think I didn't notice the reaction? Your nipples growing hard? The wet spot on your panties? I know a woman's body, and I know when one is aroused. Your body knows that it wants me, even though your mind is too stupid to realize it."<br><br>"Maybe your right Katie. Maybe your not good enough for what I had planned for you. If that's the case though, why should I keep you? Why would I waste my time training you, teaching you, helping you to learn everything that you must know?!" His voice cut off suddenly, as if he'd stopped himself from saying something that he knew he'd regret. A part of him almost spoke out that maybe he should just rape her and kill her. He couldn't say that though. It wasn't true, and he did not want to send her into complete hysterics, although he was angry enough to almost throw her out this very second. Throw her out and let the club resell her to some sick individual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 20:42:03</strong>
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				In hindsight, Katie realized his reaction probably could have been MUCH worse. He <em>had</em> just spent a massive fortune on acquiring her, and in a strange sense, he was a rescuer of sorts. There were so many other situations she could have woken up in this morning. <br><br>She cried out in pain and surprise when he grabbed her hair, unable to react fast enough to try to fight him as he pinned her down on the bed. His pants were almost unbearable rough on her raw ass as she ground against her, but she couldn't help it. He was right. He turned her on, and even though her mind screamed "No!" her body reacted entirely on it's own.<br><br>His tone completely terrified her, however. She'd heard many like it; she was scared to paralysis, almost to the point of total panic, at the possibility that he'd really hurt her in anger. Who could she go to for help if he started abusing her badly as punishment for being a bitch? Nobody. There was only one clear choice.<br><br>She sobbed as he crushed her beneath him, barely able to make herself understood as he pinned down her neck. "Pl-please! I can't breathe... Please... You're scaring me so bad... Let me up, <em>Master.</em> I'm so sorry..."<br><br>Even as he held her down, she couldn't help but grind her hips and ass back against him. She'd never been so aroused in her life, or so scared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 21:24:32</strong>
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				A slow smile spread across James's lips, listening to her beg and plead him, actually calling him master. <em>She seems to know her place when aroused or scared for her life. How best to bring that out into the open.</em> A few ideas came to mind, ones that he thought might work out very well.<br><br>Grabbing a pair of handcuffs from a hidden spot under the bed, he grabbed Katie's arms behind her back and quickly shackled her. Still holding her tightly by the hair with one hand, the other grabbed her bound wrists as he manhandled her off of the bed and onto the ground. Right where he'd paddled her last night. In case she had forgotten, James caused the hooked rod to slowly descend from the ceiling once again, only this time dropping much lower. With her hands still shackled behind her back, he lifted her wrists up to hook her up once more. This time, she had no sawhorse underneath her to support her weight. Though she could probably get her feet up underneath her a little, most of her weight would be supported by her arms.<br><br>"Your sorry Katie? Your sorry?!" He almost yelled, his voice growing louder. "Why should I let you up? You dared to raise your hand against your owner. Against your <em>Master</em>!" He put extra emphasis on that word, pulling her hair to yank her head back so she'd be forced to stare up at him. "If this is the sort of behavior I can expect from you, then I am done. I will cut my losses, sell you off to someone else, even though I'll take a loss. I'll make sure he's the ugliest, meanest, most disgusting owner I can find, and I'll make sure he keeps you forever!"<br><br>His face was barely above her own as he berated her, finally dropping her head and stepping back a few feet. He wanted her broken, sobbing and begging him not to leave her. His dick started to swell slightly in his pants, anticipating what he had in store for her next. Luckily he controlled it before growing too large and showing Katie just how much he was aroused himself at that moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 21:39:03</strong>
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				Tears poured down her cheeks as she struggled, much to her own excrutiating discomfort, with the position of her hands behind her back. "Please, you're hurting me!"<br><br>She kept her head down, unable to bring herself to look at his face. "I'm so sorry. Let me loose, don't sell me off! God, please. Don't let someone hurt me! I'm sorry.. so sorry..." <br><br>Her words trailed off in little sobs as she stared at the floor. There was no way to win against this man. He was stronger, faster, and had all the equipment he could possibly desire to use against her. She wasn't ready to give up, to give in, but for now, she had to escape the situation.<br><br>And she seriously had to control her libido. The way he handled her, being at his mercy like this... The ache between her legs was almost too much to bear. Fuck... She really hoped he couldn't see how much she was turned on, and how badly she wanted him to make her his. In more ways than just ownership.<br><br>She tried to keep her sobs quiet, letting the silence, broken only by her soft crying, settle between them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 21:50:32</strong>
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				The silence did indeed fill the room, only the soft sound of James's clothes lightly rustling could be heard as he watched Katie sob in front of him. The rustling was that of James dropping his cotton pants to the ground, is cock now extremely hard and throbbing with need after listening to her beg and plead. <br><br>The bar began to lower slowly, bringing Katie closer to the ground so that her weight could be held by her knees and legs, yet still preventing her from moving her arms from behind her back. James walked up to her, his hard shaft pointing straight out. Reaching down behind her head, he gripped her hair and forced her to look straight ahead, where she would see his shaft before her eyes, hard and erect, waiting for her attention.<br><br>"You have one chance Katie. One chance only. You will pleasure me, here and now. You will suck my cock Katie, and you will do it well. If I am displeased, if you do anything to hurt me again, you will be thrown out. I will make sure to do everything that I just promised, and much...much more." Holding her tightly by the hair, he pressed his cock forward against her lips, forcing them open as he began to push his cock into her mouth, letting her taste a man for the very first time in her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 21:56:02</strong>
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				Katie squealed around his cock as she slipped it into her mouth. It wasn't really clear if the sound was a result more of outrage, surprise, or pleasure, but in truth, it was a combination of the three.<br><br>Her face burned so brightly red in humiliation she was nearly purple, the tears pouring down her cheeks, as she rolled her tongue around the bottom of his shaft. One chance. And not an entirely unpleasant one, though she didn't want to admit it even to herself. Even the way he was holding her hair turned her on. Her legs trembled, her knees weak with wanting, as she strained against his grip to suck his dick.<br><br>She'd never felt like this before. She wanted to please him, she wanted to feel him come in her mouth. The taste of him was the most delicious thing she'd ever experienced. And as she sobbed quietly, she began sucking, looking up at him from beneath her wet eyelashes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 22:12:30</strong>
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				Holding her hair in one hand, James used the other to stroke her cheeks, gently brushing the tears off as they trailed down her face. He loved the sight of her like this, crying and sobbing, his cock pressing in and out between her lips. James wished he could have had a picture of this exact moment and framed it somewhere in the room. An homage to the moment when she finally submitted to him, regardless of how long this moment would actually last.<br><br>Soft moans of pleasure escaped his lips as James pushed in and out. Every now and then he would grip her hair tighter, forcing his cock deep into her mouth until he knew she must be gagging on it. Holding there for a moment, he'd finally pull back and resume his shallow thrusting. The whole time, his free hand continued its stroking and petting, treating her almost as one would treat a pet who was doing a good job.<br><br>"Excellent Katie, your doing so well. Perhaps your worth keeping after all. I'm still not convinced though. Prove to me that your worth me holding on too, or it's out of my service you'll go." He was incredibly turned on himself, and his cock twitched and swelled a bit within her mouth. Even though she'd barely begun and had hardly started to truly pleasure him, his shaft already began to leak precum, and his balls were already tightening with the anticipation of being the first man to ever cum inside this beauty's mout.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 22:25:00</strong>
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				She shut her eyes tightly as the sticky drops began to ooze out of his throbbing head. She was so turned on by this, to her utter shame, that she knew if his touch even brushed her between the legs, she'd have a massive orgasm.<br><br>The combination of emotions from this threatened to overwhelm her; fear of what he would do to her if she didn't please him, shame and humiliation from how he was treating her, an odd attachment because of his way of touching and speaking to her as if she were a cherished and prized possession, and her incredibly intense state of arousal made this the most exhilirating moment of her life.<br><br>She cried out around him in protest each time he pushed himself in too far, gagging and retching around his cock, unaware that the muscle contractions were likely very pleasant to him. Her nipples were hard points and the brush of her satiny shirt against them was almost maddening. She thought she'd catch on fire if she didn't have some kind of release soon for herself, and in her incredible state of desire, she began sucking him even harder, moaning and sobbing around him, and fighting against his grip on her hair to move her head back and forth even faster.<br><br>She had to make him come. So perhaps he would set her loose, and she could slip her own hand down between her legs to relieve this unbearable ache. She didn't care what he saw or thought at this moment. She had to come herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 22:42:12</strong>
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				His breaths came faster, heart rate quickening as his cock thrust in and out between her lips. He controlled her head and bounced it back and forth along his shaft, making it easy for him to fuck her hot little mouth. He'd been waiting days for this, ever since he'd seen the first pictures of her from when they'd taken her off the street. He knew then that she was perfect for his needs.<br><br>His balls tightened hard, a spasm causing his back to arch. He couldn't hold it any longer as his hips thrust forward, deep into her mouth. His cock swelled up even larger, seemed to pulsate before exploding a stream of cum down her throat. Quick jerks of his hips shot stream after stream into Katie, the hot cum burning against her tongue and throat. Pulling back before he'd even finished, James held his cock before her face so that the last jets splattered over Katie's face, covering her cheeks, her nose and lips with his sticky juice.<br><br>Grabbing her hair hard again, yanking her head back so she would be forced to stare up at him, James looked down at her with a sinister looking smile. "You did well my pet. You were a very good girl Katie, and I am very pleased. I shall keep you as my own slave and not sell you. Any more tantrums like the one earlier will not be tolerated." Holding her tightly like that, he watched as the small globs of cum on her face slowly dripped down, smearing her skin with his juice. He could see the arousal in her body, the nipples that had to be hard as diamonds, even could smell her arousal as he was certain her panties were absolutely drenched with her juices. He had considered making her cum, giving her that release of pleasure, but still wasn't quite certain she deserved it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 22:52:33</strong>
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				She screamed around his cock as he came, unable to control herself any more. She swallowed every drop of his come greedily, savoring the taste of him. When he pulled back to shoot hot, sticky liquid on her face, she hungrily licked it from her lips, panting and whimpering like a little animal in heat.<br><br>She wanted him. She wanted his cock inside her, anywhere he'd let her have it. Her little breasts heaved with every hot breath she took. She looked up at him, his come mixing with her tears on her red cheeks.<br><br>Her voice was hoarse as she whispered, "Thank you, Master. For keeping me. I hope I made you happy. Thank you." She pulled against her restraints slightly as her knees began to give out beneath her. "<em>Please</em> let me down? You're hurting me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 23:09:42</strong>
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				"Oh I'm hurting you now am I? Don't like it much I bet, do you? You hurt me too Katie, far worse than the pain your feeling now. I was taking care of you, feeding you, keeping you clean and warm. Your repayment...a slap in the face. I don't think you've quite been forgiven for that yet Katie."<br><br>Kneeling down in front of her, hand still holding her hair tightly, his lips moved close to her ear, whispering huskily into it. "That's not really what you want though, is it Katie. You didn't think I would notice? How hard your little nipples are? I see them sticking out from your halter top. So hard I'm surprised they can't poke right through. I smell you too Katie. I smell your dampness, the wetness between your legs. You want something don't you, need something from me."<br><br>Reaching to her torso, James cupped one of her small breasts in his hand, the satiny halter between them offering almost no resistance to his touch. He squeezed the small breast firmly, his whole palm covering it. His finger caught her nipple and pinched it roughly, giving it a healthy squeeze as he continued to whisper. "What is it you need Katie. Don't like to me either. What is it that you truly <em>want</em> right this second. The one thing your craving right now more than anything else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 23:49:30</strong>
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				She cried out sharply at his touch, shying away as he fondled her breast. She bit her lip when he squeezed her nipple; the sensation was both delicious and painful. Her knees wavered again as she tried to steady herself.<br><br>She could feel the moisture between her thighs trickling down the insides of her legs. Her panties were soaked and the thin fabric clung to her little lips. Her clit was so hard and the position her bindings forced her to stand in, with her legs parted just a bit, exposed it to the satin of the little underwear. Every breath almost imperceptibly shifted them against her swollen bud. She couldn't stand it any more.<br><br>She turned her face to his neck, straining, even though it hurt her shoulders, to brush his skin with her lips. She had no idea how he'd react, but she had to... Her senses were so muddled she saw no other way.<br><br>"I want you to fuck me." She turned away quickly, tears standing on her lower eyelashes again in her shame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 17:10:27</strong>
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				Reaching up above her, his hand lifted the handcuffs off of the hook and lowered her to floor. James watched as her body collapsed onto the ground with the hook holding her up finally removed. Moving about on he knees, he shifted to kneel slightly behind her and to her left, watching her body seem to shake with desire. <br><br>Leaning forward, his hand found her hair again, gripping it firmly and forcing her head up so he could whisper into her ear. "No Katie. You don't deserve to get fucked. Not after your actions today. Bad girls like you don't get what they want, not after harming their master like you did." As he spoke, she could feel his hand at the small of her back, gliding over her hot skin as they skimmed over each hip, moving back and forth across her. "You have however, seemed to have redeemed yourself a few moments ago there. To show you that I am not an unkind master, I will do one thing for you Katie."<br><br>At that moment, his hands grasped the back of her satin panties and ripped them down, shredding the fabric as they were pulled from her body. Though the wet satin had not hidden much, now as James looked down, her whole naked sex was visible to his eyes. He licked his lips at the sight of the moisture dripping from her totally shaved lips, the way they seemed to quiver with desire and need. With her position bent over like it was, her pert little ass cheeks were raised and spread open, giving him a few of that dark, puckered hole hidden between them. <br><br>Releasing her hair and pushing her face down to the floor, James slid his hand down between her legs. Holding it steady, a quick movement of his wrist cause his hand to spank lightly against her swollen lips and clit. With his hand then pressed against her sex, he started to move his fingers back and forth, firmly pressing against her lips and clit. His thumb pressed inwards between her lips as it sought out her tight opening before pressing the digit into her up to the first knuckle. This had nothing to do with seduction or foreplay anymore. James could tell that Katie needed to cum, and cum bad. Though his movements were not brutal, the were fast and rough, pushing her quickly to that point where she would go over the edge. Pushing her to the point where his fingers on her lips and clit, and his thumb pushing into her virgin sex would be enough that she would not stand the sensation any longer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 18:45:19</strong>
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				She was instantly flooded with relief as the pressure was let off her throbbing shoulders. Her little yelp of surprise as she hit the floor was suddenly cut off as he grabbed her hair. Katie closed her eyes tightly so she wouldn't be tempted to glance at him. She was terrified of how angry he still was, and of his possible intentions to hurt her.<br><br>When he pushed her down on the floor and tore off her panties, she sobbed quietly in shame and a very strange sense of release. Finally, finally, the aching throb between her legs would be appeased! She'd never shown her naked body to someone before and she could barely remain still, struggling with everything in her not to clench her thighs tightly together against his gaze.<br><br>And his touch! Finally, his touch, right where she needed it. As his hands explored her, then roughly invaded her, she began to sob over and over again, "Please... Please..."<br><br>The pressure on her soaking slit was too much. Not even a minute passed before she cried out, somehow forming words between her gasps and pants and tears, "I'm going to come... Please..." She shoved her hips roughly back against his hand, arching up like a little cat in heat to beg for his touch. "Please..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 02:03:06</strong>
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				His hands kept up their movement at a fast pace. James's fingers rubbed firmly over Katie's dripping wet lips, the tips of his fingers pressing hard against her throbbing little clit. His thumb continued to press in and out of her opening. Pushing in a good inch or two, but not far enough to rob her of her innocence. Just enough to help push her over the edge.<br><br>"You will cum for me Katie. You will be a good girl and cum for your Master. Show me how much you enjoy my touch. I know you need it Katie, I can see just by how you act. Show your master your true self and let go, just let go and succumb to the pleasure that only <em><strong>I</strong></em> can give you." His words were soft but focused, almost as if he was laying a hypnotic trance over. James knew she could hear him, even though her pants and moans might normally drown his words out. The way he spoke, the phrases that he uttered, it would sink deep into her mind. Whether she knew it consciously or not, those words would echo in her mind for days to come. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 22:34:34</strong>
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				(http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/pidgett/VI/24aug01.jpg)<br><br><em><strong>The potential is there...</strong></em><br><br>Katie came fast and so hard that she couldn't have stopped her body's response if her life depended on it. She screamed against the floor shrilly as she bucked her hips back against his hand. Every spasm contracted the hungry little opening of her pussy around his finger; her wetness gushed from her, down her thighs, as she finally gained the release she'd needed more than anything.<br><br>She didn't hear the words she spoke in a hoarse whimper as she climaxed. "Thank you... thank you, Master..."<br><br>Her breath was ragged and frantic as her spasms began to abate. Tears stained her cheeks and the cool floor. As the oceanic warm aftermath of the orgasm began to bathe her in sparkling comfort, she clearly saw the life this man could offer her in her mind.<br><br><em>She stands on a balcony overlooking a perfectly turquoise tropical ocean. The waves lick the white sands of the private beach below. She turns to model for him, her smile demure as she cocks a hip to better display the thigh-high lacings of the new sandals he'd brought her as a gift. A tiny collar, sprinkled with glittering gems, winks on her slender throat.<br><br>They sit side-by-side in a dark, wood-paneled dining room. Waiters in tuxedos silently serve the diners gathered there, nearly a dozen men in dark formal suits similar to his own. She turns to refill his wine glass as his hand slips across her bare thigh beneath the red satin of her gown. <br><br>She wears nothing but a strand of pearls that brushes the tender skin just below her navel as she bends obediently over the low slate coffee table.&nbsp; She still trembles in fear, even after all this time, as he circles behind her with the little leather lash in one hand. She braces herself, the dampness already creeping between her thighs, even as she bites her lip in dread.</em><br><br>She could learn to live like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 01:26:55</strong>
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				Watching and hearing her reactions to his touch was enough to make James hard again. He so badly wanted to just fuck her right there, take her virginity like a raging beast and use her hard and fast. He couldn't do it though, not yet. She was breaking, there was no doubt about that. Her will was cracking like a brittle egg shell, and soon he would have her at the point where he could mold her into the woman he knew she could truly become.<br><br>Slowly pulling his fingers from between her legs, he brought them up and slowly inhaled the scent of her wetness. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh at the musky scent. Bringing his fingers closer, his tongue snaked out to lick the wetness from them, a soft moan escaping as he tasted her for the first time. Her taste was simply exquisite. Given the chance, James knew he could feast upon her for hours, never getting enough of her taste.<br><br>Slowly getting to his feet, he leaned down and gently patted Katie on the head, giving her cheek a gentle stroke. "Good girl Katie. I'm proud of you. You did well to make up for your mistake earlier. Relax for awhile now." Walking towards the door, he stopped to pull out some clean clothes from the compartment hidden within the bed, leaving them over the covers for when she finally came out of her afterglow. Smiling back to where she was collapsed on the ground, still quivering slightly, he opened the door and headed back out into his section of the suite, the door sliding shut behind him quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 02:02:03</strong>
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				Katie wasn't sure how long she lay in the floor. <br><br>At some point, she slipped down flat onto her belly and pillowed her head beneath her arms. It was blissful to be able to move them at her will again, she mused as she drifted off into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.<br><br>She woke up sore and cold, though for once completely aware of where she was and why. As she shakily stood up, she realized that someone had come while she slept and made the bed and removed the breakfast cart. Damn. She was starving.<br><br>The girl unsteadily hobbled to the shower,&nbsp; programming it for the longest cycle it offered. She sat down awkwardly, sore and stiff, and let the water and frothy suds scour her. She nearly fell asleep again by the time the water crisply shut off and left her dripping and shivering.<br><br>She had so much to think about, she couldn't focus on any one thing. With a sigh, she stood and tiptoed back into the room. Now was perhaps not the best time to think on anything but her present existence. There were too many new sensations and circumstances and she was overwhelmed.<br><br>She picked up the clothes he'd&nbsp; left her, arching a&nbsp; brow. With a breathy sigh, she stepped into a little ruffly skirt. It took her a few minutes to figure out the top, which was a series of tight laces that held a thin scrap of transparent silk in place over her breasts. The lacing wrapped several times around her ribs and secured in the front just above her cleavage line. She felt more naked than naked.<br><br>She perched on the edge of the bed and propped her chin on her hand, her elbow on one knee, to wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 02:41:00</strong>
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				Though she was not aware of it probably, several hours had passed since James had left Katie on the floor, recovering from her orgasm. A soft sweeping noise was the only sound heard as the door to the rest of the suite slid back. James entered, dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a tshirt. Even wearing such simple attire, it was easy to see that the clothes themselves were made from the finest material made available.<br><br>Smiling at Katie, James walked into the room as the door slid shut behind him. Moving towards the bed, he sat down next to her, leaving a few inches between them so as not to crowd her. "Good afternoon Katie. I hope enjoyed your nap this afternoon." He smiled at her warmly, none of the anger or fury she had seen this morning present at all. "I hope we are able to have a more pleasant time today. Things didn't go so well this morning, did they my dear? I hope there won't be a repeat of this morning's tantrum from you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 02:46:18</strong>
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				The girl shook her head slowly, suddenly very shy. She didn't want to risk his anger by edging away, but she was still very wary of him being so close. She straightened quickly and plucked at the tiny skirt to try to cover herself a little more.<br><br>"No. No more tantrums like that. You scared the hell out of me." <br><br>She stared at her knees intently. "I'm hungry. Can I have something to eat? Um.. you definitely worked breakfast off for me." She cleared her throat, her nipples hardening instantly at the memory. "Sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 03:01:24</strong>
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				James nods softly, listening to her speak. He reaches out to stroke her hair and cheek again as she mentions the events of this morning. "You understand that I did none of that for malice or sick enjoyment. You were bad Katie, and you had to be punished and trained."<br><br>His hand kept up the gentle stroking, knowing she had enjoyed his touch in this way before. "You needed to learn that striking me like that will never gain you any kind of bonus. There is nothing you can do to escape this new life of yours. I certainly don't see why you would want too. It is much better than anything you've ever had before. Enough of that though. There is much more to teach you yet Katie. We can continue with that if you are planning on behaving yourself this afternoon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 03:04:44</strong>
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				She nodded emphatically, smiling to him bashfully as his touch brought color to her cheeks.<br><br>"I learned that pretty quick. What is there to teach me? I don't understand." <br><br>She slipped a fraction closer to him, the movement as hesitant and shy as she was spiteful and angry earlier in the day. She shivered inside as she felt her bare thigh press up against his leg. Damn, she wanted this man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 03:12:38</strong>
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				"There is quite a bit actually. Remember my description of your life? On many occasions, you will accompany me to social events, often times dinners that I may have with clients. You must learn how to hold yourself and attend me during such times." His smile broadened a bit as he felt her slip a bit closer to him. It was obvious that she was now being drawn to him, rather than repulsed. She may still not quite understand the fact that he was her owner and she belonged to him, but at least she had passed the hating stage.<br><br>"I have had the country club staff set up a little training scenario for us, that will allow me to show you some of the things that will be required of you during these dinner engagements. Also, since I do remember your last meal was some time ago, we shall ourselves both enjoy dinner in each other's company." Slipping his hand from her face, James stood and turned in front of her, offering his hand out to hers. "Will you accompany me then my dear? Dinner, and your training will not linger all night."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 20:53:44</strong>
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				Katie took his hand delicately and stood before him, quickly twining both of her arms around his as she stepped to his side. She brushed his shoulder with a tiny, incredibly bashful kiss. His skin was delectable, even through his t-shirt. She wondered how he tasted...<br><br>She glanced up to him, shifting her weight awkwardly, her bare legs coltish in the too-short skirt. She pressed her little breasts against his arm and offered him a tiny smile.<br><br>Her words came in a breathy rush as she forced herself to speak all at once. She was like a little girl begging for a present and offering every single compelling arguement she could imagine.<br><br>"Please... Can I have a hairbrush? And some towels?" She released him for only a moment to run her fingers through her tangled hair, then dropped her eyes. "And... I've never done anything like this before. Don't get mad at me. But.. If there are other people there, I can't go dressed like this. It's too embarassing." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 22:42:03</strong>
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				James let out a little sigh and shook his head a bit. "Katie, Katie, Katie. Must I always remind you of this? Did we not talk about the proper way to address me? It's not like I require you to say it every sentence, but throwing in a few brief 'Masters' when speaking to me, especially when making requests like this, is really not all that difficult."<br><br>Removing her arms from about his, he hooked one arm under her stomach and bent her over it lightly. His now free hand, lifted up the hem of her very short skirt and gave Katie two quick swats to each cheek. Not hard enough to hurt or leave a mark, but enough to leave a good sting after each one. "Bad Katie." He said after each swat, voicing his displeasure as he gave her a bit of physical punishment.<br><br>Leaning her back up, he placed her hands back around his arm before speaking again. "Now, hopefully I don't have to remind you again. As to your questions, I will see about a hairbrush. That should not cause any problems. I don't understand why you need towels though. Have you not found the drying cycle in the shower? All you do is stand in the middle and the water jets turn into hot air jets, drying your body off within a minute or two." He chuckled softly, kind of figuring that she had not in fact found such a cycle. "I'll have to show you later on. As for allowing you to change, why I picked that very outfit out for you myself. I think you look very sexy and alluring in it. Do you truly not wish to wear something that I enjoy seeing on you?" The way he phrased the question seemed to say that he would take it as a personal affront if she really did want to change clothes. He did not lie though. The way the skirt barely covered her tight, luscious ass, and the thin, practically see-thru halter top gave her an immensely alluring appeal to anyone looking at her, regardless of age and sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 22:48:59</strong>
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				Katie squeaked in surprise as he spanked her, but offered no resistance. When he helped her stand up straight, her face was red and her eyes were already heavy in desire. She tried to brush it off, though, as she bowed her head to him.<br><br>She shifted her weight again, the sudden wetness between her legs alarming her. She couldn't believe how much she loved being treated like this! It was scary and intoxicating, and totally embarrassing as she wondered how easy it would be for people to see the slick wetness on her thighs in this tiny skirt. She cleared her throat.<br><br>"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm learning, I promise, Master. Don't give up on me. I'm trying hard." She peeked at him quickly, licking her lips. "I like these clothes. But... you really want me to wear them where people can see... me? You're the only person who's ever seen me... undressed. Not in underwear, I mean. I don't want people looking at me. Like that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 23:06:31</strong>
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				James laughed softly as he began walking with her, heading towards the door leading out of her 'room'. "Ah Katie, Katie. I do so love your innocence. It never fails to bring a smile to my face." As they reached the door, it opened before them both, James having programmed it earlier to not require the keypad sequence this one time. "I completely understand your reluctance at other seeing you like this, yet someday you will have to overcome these fears. What better way to garner admiration for you my dear than to present you in clothing that barely hides some of your most appealing attributes."<br><br>Walking with her though the door, then entered his bedroom but a quick turn took them into the main area where a large dining table had been set up. "As I'm sure you will be happy to hear, this is not the day when I allow anyone else to see you. This is a private dinner, just for the two of us. Although the table is large and set for many people, it is only to help you gain perspective in what many dinners will be like when you accompany me. Though tonight will be pleasant for you, I want you to remember that you must learn all that I teach you here."<br><br>Walking up to the table, Katie's eyes would be drawn to the many platters of steaming dishes. Those not hidden by covers showed different servings of fruits and vegetables, breads and rolls. The smells emenating from under the hidden platters were enough to almost make one's mouth water. As the couple walked up to the chair, James gently broke Katie's embrace of his arm and led her to a seat next to one where he would obviously sit. "Rule number one. Though in private you belong to me and are my slave, in public like this we always maintain the forms of treating women with respect. You, and others like you brought by my associates, always sit first before us men take our seats."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 23:19:41</strong>
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				Katie followed him silently. The floor in the dining room was cold under her bare feet. She'd have to ask him for some shoes soon, or at least slippers. It was very overwhelming to know that even little things like that were dependant entirely on his good will. She was a smart girl. She knew her best interests were in pleasing him.<br><br>She exhaled when he said they'd be alone. The girl couldn't bear the idea of embarrassing herself any more in front of him or in front of other people. Everything was awkward and new to her now; this little break made her more grateful and fond of him than anything else had. After some practice, she could maybe.. maybe.. face some of his peers if he allowed her to be very quiet.<br><br>She nodded in understanding as he explained the place of his female companions in a situation like this one. Of course he wouldn't want the whole world knowing he owned a sex slave. She was just a pretty bit of flash at his side. <br><br>Katie could barely keep her eyes off the lavish spread on the table as she slid into the chair. She had to clench her hands in her lap to keep from reaching for something. The food gleamed like gems in the subtle light. She salivated, but tried to control herself. She knew only the most basic of table manners and was terrified this was going to go very badly.<br><br>"What do you want me to call you in public?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 23:28:27</strong>
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				Brushing her cheek as he sat down in his own chair, James turned towards her slightly. "Sir is quite suitable in public. Now, normally in a situation like this, there will be stewerds and servers bustling around between the guests, removing trays and filling drink glasses. You must learn to remain relatively still in your chair. A quick outburst of movement might unsettle a server next to you and spill something upon you, or worse me or another guess."<br><br>Reaching out under the table, his hand found her thigh just above the knee and give it a gently stroke and squeeze. He wanted to see if her reaction would be just such an outburst or not. He had no plans to punish her for something so simple, but it would be interesting to see just how nervous she must be, sitting here at the table with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 00:04:15</strong>
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				Katie squirmed with a sheepish smile as he ran his fingers along her leg. The only thing that kept her from giggling was that he stopped to squeeze her; otherwise his touch would have been ticklish and she wouldn't have managed to stay as composed as she did.<br><br>"Sir. I can do 'sir.' Please, can we eat now?" She glanced to him for a spare moment then turned her livid attention back to the food.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 00:28:28</strong>
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				James's grins softly and pulls his hand back. "In just a few moments we will Katie. Please just relax. Now, since no waiters are here, you must serve me a little bit. In a small situation that may only include myself, you and my dinner guest, you are the one responsible to keep my glass full of wine." James reached out and motioned to an opened wine bottle within easy reach in front of them. "Go ahead and pour me, and then yourself about half a glass of the wine."<br><br>James continued to talk after explaining those instructions. "Now I don't need you to do anything silly like cut my food or feed it to me, but I will required you to fill my plate for me. You will learn over time my favorite items, and gain a sense of the type of foods that I will enjoy. Lift up a few of the platters in front of you. I think you'll find a deliciously sliced ham, some type of potato dish, and a hot casserole of some type. Use the utensils next to each one and put a serving of each onto my plate."<br><br>Pointing out the different dishes and utensils as he spoke, James continued talking. "Once my plate has food on it, you are free to fill your own plate. Start slowly, with just a few small items at once. You don't wish to appear a glutton in front of those we dine with. A lovely lady such as yourself should always keep the portions on your plate to a minimum. Multiple servings will still help to fill your body, yet give the illusion to others that you eat almost nothing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 00:34:53</strong>
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				Katie nodded, trying very hard to appear more confident than she felt. Her hands trembled as she picked up the bottle and tried to gracefully fill the glasses. She was so nervous she could scream, and the scents of the food threatened to overwhelm her already-tentative manners.<br><br>She hissed as she splashed wine over the lip of her own glass. "Sorry!" She took a deep breath to steady her hands and tried again. "I've never had wine. What if I don't like it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 02:16:39</strong>
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				A smile spread across James's lips as he watched her spill a little. "Just relax Katie, it's only you and I here. Nothing to be nervous about. There is a carafe of water in the middle as well in case you don't care for the wine. Your're never required to drink at these dinners, but may give the illusion by touching the wine to your lips, but not actually drinking it."<br><br>Waving his hands out towards the food platters, he lifted his napkin and gently laid it across his lap. "Now, let's see you get a little bit of food for the two of us. I know how hungry you must be after this morning, and I certainly am enjoying the smell of the dinner that has been cooked for us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 03:25:44</strong>
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				Katie glanced to him every few seconds to read his face to see how well she was doing. She stood, pressing her chair back a few inches, to reach the serving dishes. She bit her lip, concentrating as hard as a star athelete before a race, as she took up the serving utensils and carefully filled his plate, then her own, but with only a few bites of each dish.<br><br>She sat down and exhaled slowly, as if she'd just defused a bomb. "So the whole point of this is to.. um.. be girly? Sir?" She blushed and looked at her lap. "I don't know how good I'll be at this."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 06:14:15</strong>
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				"As with anything in life Katie, all it requires is practice. I don't plan on making you do any of this for real anytime soon. Just take a deep breath and relax. It's only you and I here. No one to see you or comment on any mistakes you make." His hand reached out under the table again, sliding across and squeezing her bare leg. This time his hand moved more into the mid-thigh area, squeezing her thin leg and offering up a dazzling smile before pulling his hand back. "And no, the whole point is not to be girly exactly. Partly, it is to help me enjoy the dinner without worrying about obtaining my own food and drink. This way, I can concentrate more on the associate I am having dinner with, and perhaps whatever deal it is we are trying to work out. As for being girly, well I would say it is more about gaining the respect and admiration of my peers by having such a beautiful and talented young woman at my side."<br><br>"But enough talk for the moment. I am quite hungry as, I'm sure you are as well. Let us eat, drink and be merry. We have plenty of food available for us both. Just remember my words from earlier. I shall occasionally point out a dish that I wish a sample of, at which point I will require you to gather up a serving for me." Lifting up his wine glass, he toasted it to her wordlessly before taking a long sip. "Mmm, quite delicious. A very fine vintage." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 17:46:33</strong>
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				She smiled to him demurely when he squeezed her thigh. There was no way she could do this if he kept distracting her that way. All she could think about as she mirrored his actions, laying her own napkin in her lap, was that little touch. She wanted the same all over her body, carresses more gentle than what he'd given her so far.<br><br>Katie raised her glass as well in a toast. She pressed it to her lips and barely tasted the wine, then smiled to him in pleased astonishment. "Not as bad as I thought it would be! What do I do if something's just awful? Weird food and stuff?" She laughed and shook her head. "I know I can't spit it out..."<br><br>She cautiously picked up her fork and took a tiny bite of her dinner. She chewed carefully, closing her eyes in delight. "This is... really, really good. So if I only eat a little of everything, that makes me look... better? I can sorta see that. And I'm not really sure what you mean by 'beautiful and talented.' I'm just a kid." She laughed and took another bite. "I have no talent and I'm not even sure if I can walk in high heels. And what do you tell people? That I'm your assistant? You'd better dress me in little suits and stuff, then." She grinned and sipped her wine again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 18:06:00</strong>
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				Leaving his hand upon her soft leg, James ate a few bites of his own meal, making a few noises of appreciation at the taste. "Yes it really is quite good. The chefs here at the country club are some of the best in the world. As for bad food, well sometimes taking a drink of wine and swallowing it all at once will help get it down. Otherwise, discreetly depositing the food inside your napkin can work. Just don't forget you did it. You wouldn't want half-chewed food spilling out of your napkin the next time you wiped your mouth." He said with a smile and a light laugh.<br><br>Listening as she spoke, he took another sip of wine before responding to her questions. "You are young in years Katie that is true, but beautiful you certainly are already. Everything else will come over time, that I promise you. What you have to understand, is that what I tell people, what they think of you, well it means nothing. All you need to do, is what I ask of you. Other people's thoughts and assumptions mean nothing to you, for it is only my wants and needs that matter. As long as you please me, your Master, nothing else in the world matters." As he said master, his hand on her thigh squeezed more firmly, fingers giving her skin a little pinch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 18:21:58</strong>
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				Katie took another sip of her wine. "Ah, that's a new way of thinking for me. Sorry. I'm going to have to get used to it. Um. Sir."<br><br>She blushed delicately as his hand remained on her leg. She had a suspicion that if he left it there much longer, even such and innocent touch would make the little bit of dampness spot the chair beneath her bare bottom. She shifted a little, trying subtly to pull herself away, as she took up the wine bottle again to pour a few more sips in his glass. <br><br>"Are you really going to teach me all this stuff? It seems like a LOT to learn." She could feel an odd sort of warmth spreading in her belly from the wine and she realized that she'd very easily get drunk if she didn't watch it. She blinked and glanced to&nbsp; him. "Maybe I shouldn't drink wine at all. I'm scared I'll get drunk and act dumb."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 18:48:54</strong>
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				"I know it seems like a lot at first, but give it time and it will all come naturally to you. I think you have the pose and attitude to pull act exactly as I desire of you Katie...although yes it will not come all at once. Practice makes perfect my dear, just remember that." Smiling, his hand pulled away, fingers dragging lightly across her flesh.<br><br>Taking another sip of his wine, he smiles at her in thanks for refilling it. "I certainly wouldn't want you to get drunk, here or in public. That is one of the things that you will learn yourself over time, what your limit for alcohol is and how much you can drink safely. Just another little something that will come with experience.<br><br>With both hands free, James started to eat a bit more seriously. By no means stuffing his face in any way, he ate steadily, clearing off servings from his plate in short order. His knife waving a bit to get Katie's attention, he used it to point to a few different dishes before him, requesting another serving or two of them.<br><br>::Remember, she's gotta get the two of them a little dirty at some point. You'll see why later::
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 18:55:59</strong>
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				She shivered as he dragged his fingers across her leg. She knew she probably looked idiotic, blushing at even the tiniest touch. But she ate quietly, carefully, and left almost all the food on her plate. <br><br>Katie blinked when he motioned that he was ready for another serving. "Oh! Sorry. Sir." <br><br>She stood up, chewing her near-ragged lower lip, hoping the little puddle she left on her chair wasn't immediately noticable. She leaned forward, unsure if she looked just ungainly, as she tried to reach the dishes he'd pointed out. She was reasonably sure he had a very clear view of her ass but there was nothing she could do about it.<br><br>He'd pointed out some kind of salad and a sorbet-type dish with a raspberry sauce. Carefully, slowly, she portioned out some salad for him, then picked up the crystal bowl of sorbet. Her hands were shaking and she couldn't help it! His gaze made her so nervous and there was nothing more she wanted than to please him. <br><br>So, of course, she dropped the serving bowl with a heavy clunk onto her own plate. It tipped over, sloshing sticky, freezing cold syrupy sweetness all over her belly and part of his lap. Katie froze, her eyes huge in panic and her lower lip already trembling.<br><br>"Fuck! Please, don't get mad! I'm sorry, sir!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 19:52:13</strong>
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				A part of him wanted to be angry, to scold her and punish Katie, but he couldn't help but just laugh softly and shake his head. "Oh Katie, Katie. I know this is all new and different but my dear you must learn to just relax." Still laughing softly, he grabbed a napkin and tried to wipe the mess off of his lap and clean the syrup from her stomach.<br><br>His actions had no affect in cleaning it up, and actually made it a bit worse, now smearing it over his hands and more against her skin. "Well damn, this shit just does not want to come out now does it." Dropping the napkin onto his place, he stood up slowly, trying not to get anymore on him. "Come here Katie, let's go get ourselves cleaned up. I hope you aren't too hungry anymore. I don't think we'll be continuing dinner for awhile now." Holding his hand out to help her up, James would lead her back towards the door leading to her room.<br><br>Once inside, he led her over to where her shower was located. "Now, lets get ourselves both cleaned up here. I don't really enjoy this syrup all over me, and I'm sure you don't either." Reaching out for her, his hands moved over her body, slowly undoing the laces that held her halter top up and unfastening the button that kept her skirt on. "Help me with my pants would you my dear?" he asked before reaching to pull his shirt up and slipping it from his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 20:09:23</strong>
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				Katie was bordering on terrified tears when he started laughing. She felt her stomach knot in relief. It was going to take time to figure this man out, what made him angry, what pleased him the most. She only hoped she could win the race before he grew tired of her. She had no idea what would happen if he did.<br><br>When he tried to clean her up, she almost volunteered to help him with his own mess as his gentle carresses across her belly sparked something just beneath her skin. But she was too chagrined and startled to persue this, merely following him docilely to the other room with gratefullness clearly, plainly written on her face.<br><br>She faltered, but hopefully not enough for him to notice, when he led her to the shower. She'd already had him in her mouth and he'd seen her most sensitive, private areas. If he wanted to bathe with her, she knew the consequences of her rebellion. She would not risk angering him again, so soon after the last time. And he seemed to be in a gentle enough mood. She thought she could do this if he looked, and did not touch.<br><br>Shyly, tentatively, she lowered her eyes and fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans. She released them as she felt her own clothes slip off, but couldn't do anything else in her hurry to cover herself, crossing an arm over her breasts quickly and holding her little sex in the other hand. She stepped back only a few inches, biting her lower lip and staring at her own feet. <br><br>"Sorry.. sir. Um."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 20:43:45</strong>
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				Throwing his shirt to the ground, he calmly pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. His hard, muscled body stood naked before her. Though he was not fully hard, his cock did swell slightly at the sight of her fully naked body, even though Katie tried her best to shield herself from his view. "Come now Katie, no need to act so demure." Gently touched the small of her back, he led her into the shower stall, following in after her and shutting the door.<br><br>Reaching out for the controls, he set it for a long, hot rinse with occasional soap spurts thrown in throughout. Turning to face Katie, his hands reached out along her shoulders, tracing his fingers down along her silky smooth skin. The shower jets above and around them turned on, quickly covering them with a constantly cascading waterfall of hot water. Gently pulling her arms away from her body, James watched as Katie's form was fully revealed to his eyes. He'd seen much of her since her arrival in the room, but this was the first time he'd seen her completely naked, fully exposed to his view.<br><br>His tongue slipped out to lick his lips, his eyes drinking in the sight of her body. Her skin was flawless, marred by no scars or blemishes. The cleaning she went through after his purchase of her left her body below the neck completely hairless, the small mound between her legs totally bare to his sight. Holding her gently by the arms, he stroked his own hands up and down them, enjoying the feeling of her skin and water combined. "You truly are a beautiful girl Katie. I knew it from the moment I saw you. You will be perfect for me, and though you may not think it now, I know you can be trained to be my companion, always at my side."<br><br>Sliding a hand up her shoulder to her neck, he slid a finger under her chin, slowly raising her head up from where it had been fixated on the floor. Raising her gaze, he locked his eyes with hers as the water cascaded down around them both, soaking their bodies in the sweet-smelling soap and hot water. "I want you to relax in my presence Katie, to feel comfortable around me. I will never hurt you, never punish you unless you do something to deserve it. Though you will make mistakes and cause accidents, as long as you do so in the art of trying to improve, all will be forgiven." Holding her gaze with his own, he slowly leaned down over her, his hand holding her chin in place as his lips moved to press against hers.<br><br>Pressing lightly, barely touching at first, his mouth tightened slowly against hers, lips opening to suck on her lower lip. His tongue slipped out between his, wet and soft as it stroked along her small lips. He held her like this for what seemed an eternity, kissing her for the first time, letting her feel his desire for her body. It was not only her body that he desire however, but her care and love as well. He knew these would be given slowly, and over time, but it was something he must have from her before she would truly, and completely belong to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 23:23:51</strong>
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				The kiss took Katie immediately off guard. She was shivering, wishing she was anywhere on the planet but in this shower with this man at one moment, and in the next, she was twining her arms around his neck and pressing herself tightly to him.<br><br>She’d never kissed anyone before. Despite the closeness she already felt for him from their erotic moments with each other, this was a new and incredibly strong and timeless bonding between them.<br><br>She could love him. As his lips pressed hers apart and she moaned softly, she realized how perfectly her body seemed to lock against his. The water soothed and caressed her, stroking her hair even as his hands did the same across her back. She pressed her eyes closed lightly, not wanting this to end, but knowing it had to.<br><br>Finally, she forced herself to pull away and smile up to him shyly, licking her lips to relish the sweetness of him. Her nipples brushed against his belly with a maddening friction she tried to ignore.<br><br>Tears stood in her eyes. She’d never been a girl to cry and couldn’t recall the last time she did, but he caused such strong emotions in her that she couldn’t help herself. He was wearing down her toughness and making her pliable, but only to his will.<br><br>“Thank you. That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done.” She blinked back the water from her eyes and hoped he thought&nbsp; the tears were just more water from the shower. “Master.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 23:44:32</strong>
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				James smiled down at her, reaching up to brush the tears away from her eyes which the shower did not hide. "You are welcome Katie. You can find joy in your life with me, you just need to open yourself up to it. It's scary I know, but I will care for you, and protect you from everything bad in the world from now on. I'm your Master now my dear, and that means that I will always keep you safe."<br><br>As jets of soap began to mix with the water streaming over them, James took Katie by the shoulders and turned her around, her back now pressed against his chest. "Let me clean you now Katie." He said softly, his hands sliding over her shoulders and sliding over her torso. For the first time, he began to explore her body, letting his fingers trace around the soft swells of her breasts. Her nipples stood out like hard, pink diamonds, and as his fingers closed around them and pinched softly, they felt hard enough to be almost real. Not lingering, his hands swept further down across her stomach, where the remains of their dinner accident still clung to her body. Washing and stroking with his hands, he finally cleaned the mess from her, all of the syrup now gone.<br><br>His hands did not leave her body, but instead continued down. The skin beneath her belly button was soft and smooth, and led his hand down finally to her most intimate spot, the small slit between her legs. He let his fingers glide across the smooth, hairless skin, the water pouring down making his fingers glide as if across silk. One fingers pressed gently against the crease and spread her lips barely open, just enough for them half-surround his finger as it slid up and down. His mouth had found her neck and shoulders as this happened, kissing and running his tongue across her skin, not even the taste of soap on her body enough to stop him from tasting her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 18:55:50</strong>
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				<strong>"It's scary I know, but I will care for you, and protect you from everything bad in the world from now on. I'm your Master now my dear, and that means that I will always keep you safe."</strong><br><br><em>Katie curled on her side in the narrow bunkbed, huddled as close to the wall as she could manage. She could hear Regina in the hallway outside the tiny room Katie shared with a heavy-sleeping room mate, and knew what would happen if she didn't make it out of bed and into the corridor without waking the other girl...<br><br>Regina came to the residential treatment center barely a month ago. Katie had called the place home for the past five years; she shared a cottage with six other girls who also had something called "oppositional-defiant disorder." Katie thought of it as just being stubborn and tough, but the <br>counselors like Regina didn't share her views.<br><br>For the past month, Regina had taken Katie under her wing, so to say. But her methods of therapy were very, very different than the other counselors Katie had dealt with in the past. Regina was barely in her twenties, the kind of young woman Katie had heard described as "butch" by some of the other teenagers at the home. The counselor was tall and lanky with incredibly deeply brown skin, an ex-basketball protege's figure without a single ounce of fat to be found, and wore her black hair cropped off almost at her skull.<br><br>And Regina was just mean. At least Katie thought so during her first private session with the woman. She'd called Katie stupid, lazy, and blind, not skimping on her choice of crude vocabulary, and assigned her extra chores for the next week, until their next session.<br><br>Which, of course, being oppositional and defiant, Katie balked at. Every single thing Regina said to her was met with an opposite and very exponentially worse reaction from Katie. The house mother shook her head and spoke privately to Regina, pointing out how much progress the girl HAD been making, but Regina balked. She knew what was best for this little bitch.<br><br>Today, just before her scheduled session with Regina, the cottage underwent a "toss search," where every single girls' personal dresser, bed, and other belongings were thrown into the floors of their rooms and scoured by counselors and the security staff of the home. The house mother was missing <br>a silver and white gold pill case she kept in her purse, which was usually locked in the top drawer of her desk. The pill case first of all was a gift from her husband and worth several hundred dollars, and secondly held a week's worth of narcotic pain relievers that the woman had to take to manage her constant arthiritis pain. This theft could be a crime punishable as a felony, and the cottage was in a panic to find the culprit behind the disappearance.<br><br>The pill case didn't turn up, and Katie was late to her session because she had to fold and replace all her stuff so the other girls wouldn't loot it while she was gone. She slipped into the windowless closet Regina called a consultation room with the apology, for once, ready on her lips.<br><br>She froze. Regina was perched on her desk with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face, a long expanse of her lean legs bared from beneath her loose jogging shorts as she folded them casually. She held the pill case in one extended palm.<br><br>"Look what I found, Miss Katie. This was under your mattress, and it's lucky I found it before anyone else did."<br><br>Katie reeled. "Bullshit! I don't steal!" She had to take a huge breath to lower her voice enough that people in the hallway wouldn't hear.<br><br>"No, Katie. You do steal. I found this, and this is plainly evidence that you DO STEAL. Now, no matter how I actually found it. But you know what? I can make it disappear as easy as it showed up. If. If you do something for me."<br><br>Katie shook her head slowly, the dread already knotting her stomach. "No. You can't do this! I've never done anything like this in my life!"<br><br>Regina laughed, but the sound was hard. "There's a first time for everything, bitch, and everybody knows what a hard time I've been&nbsp; having with you. Tell you what. I'll&nbsp; make this, and all the trouble we've been having, go away. If you do this one little thing." She slipped the pill case into the pocket at her hip and let the silence, broken only with Katie's panicked breath, hang for a dramatic moment. "Tonight, two hours after lights-out, I'm going to unlock the door to your room. You're not<br>going to wake up your sweet little roomie, and you're going to come out to the hall to meet with me and some of my friends. Okay?"<br><br>Katie couldn't reply. She only shook her head again helplessly as the counselor stood up and stepped across the room to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.<br><br>"You've got some time to think on it, sweetheart. You know what juvenile detention centers are like for pretty girls like you? That's where you'll go if you decide not to do what I ask. Up to you." She opened the door and almost shoved Katie out into the hallway, speaking loudly enough for any nosey parties to hear, "Good session. For once. See you later!"<br><br>Now, shivering in the dark, Katie knew what she had to do. She'd had a whole day to think on her decision. Nobody commented on her silence or deep thoughtfulness. Katie was the most self-preserving and shy of the girls in the cottage so this was nothing new.<br><br>She heard the key turn in the lock. Carefully, hoping she could be quick and fast enough for Regina not to lock her&nbsp; back in just for spite, Katie slipped from the bunk and found the doorknob still loose. She took a deep breath and slid out into the dimly-lit hallway.<br><br>The cottages only had cameras in common rooms like the "den" where the girls gathered to watch TV and the classroom and dining room areas. The halls were unwatched, as were the bedrooms and communal showers, for budgeting reasons and for the privacy of the girls living there. She knew, <br>as Regina clamped her hand over Katie's wrist, that the night watchman wouldn't see them skulking around on his little flickering black-and-white monitor.<br><br>Regina grinned as she jerked Katie silently down the hall. Her teeth were blazing in her dark face as she stopped at a door Katie had never been permitted to open herself. This was the cottage's utility room, housing the furnace and all the cleaning supplies for the little house on metal shelves bolted to the walls. Some of the things in here were dangerous enough for the room to be kept under constantly-controlled lock and key, lest the girls housed there get themselves into trouble.<br><br>Katie blinked and gasped in shock at what waited for her inside. As she was shoved into the center of the room, clothed only in a long t-shirt and panties, the swinging, single bulb that dangled from overhead flicked on as the door shut firmly behind her.<br><br>Three older girls, the ones who were nearly eighteen and in the "release" stages of their therapy, waited for her. They stood clustered together on the far wall, smiling predatory grins, as Katie whirled to Regina.<br><br>"What the fuck is going on?"<br><br>Regina answered her by backhanding her across the cheek. Katie fell in a heap to the floor. "What the fuck does it look like? You want to get the shit beat out of you, open your mouth again. We're gonna show you what happens to bitches like you."<br><br>Then the girls were on her, as Regina stood back to watch. One set of hands jerked her to her feet as another literally tore her panties off. The third girl twisted Katie's arms behind her as the counselor stepped forward, a somehow-hungry, breathless smile on her lips.<br><br>Regina jerked the t-shirt up over Katie's face, effectively blinding her and muffling her terrified whimpers. "You ever been with a girl, Katie? Make a single sound, and we'll make sure you never want to be with anybody again."<br><br>Regina pinched Katie's heaving breasts, circling around the areola slowly with sharp little nips, as the girl writhed to escape. Finally, she reached into the pocket of her shorts and produced a pair of little clips, usually used to keep sheathes of paper neatly stacked, and slipped on onto each nipple. Katie sobbed incontrollably now; the pain was too much to bear. Almost. The blood rushed to her already-engorged breasts and made her nipples ache and throb as Regina knelt before her prisoner.<br><br>The first flick of the woman's tongue between her delicate lips nearly drove Katie to kick her in the face. One of the other girls caught this, and after slapping Katie's ass harshly, bent down behind her and the girl who held her arms to force her legs apart. <br><br>For the next two hours, Katie was invaded and used in every way EXCEPT one. She was licked, slapped, and bitten in places she'd never been touched. Body parts were forced into her mouth along with thick, syrupy fluids she was made to lap up and swallow. She cried so hard she lost her voice long<br>before the girls literally dragged her to her room. <br><br>Katie shivered as she limped silently to her bunk, not even bothering to find a new set of clothes to replace the ruined rags Regina had kept as a "momento." She pulled the sheets up over her head and stared into the darkness. <br><br>The next morning, she was gone, all of her things except for two changes of clothes missing. No one at the treatment center ever found a trace of her again.</em><br><br>Katie went stiff as he began his delicate exploration of her body. She knew she probably came across as a prude, or maybe like she was just a kid. But she couldn't help it. As his hand slipped between her legs, she laid her own hands on his wrist, but didn't make a move to push him away. She just felt better, somehow, and like she had some control of his actions.<br><br>She silently let him touch her. Her arousal was undeniable, but she couldn't make herself respond the way she knew she should to his attentions. If he wanted to possess her, that was fine; if he wanted to protect her, that was more than fine as well. But it would take more than some kind gestures and a set of expectations to thaw her completely to him. And there was nothing she could do about it.<br><br>For now, he could touch her, look at her, whatever he desired. But Katie knew it would take her some time to be able to truly enjoy this the way he seemed to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 20:14:48</strong>
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				Pressing up against Katie's back, his arousal was evident, his shaft hard now and pressing against her ass. Feeling the soft curves of her body against his, James knew that tonight he would finally possess her. He wanted her, needed to make her his, and he didn't think he could wait any longer to do that.<br><br>He loved the feeling of her small breasts in his hands, the way he could easily hold them in just his palm. How they did not sag in the slightest when his hand slid away to fondle the other. Her nipples were like rock hard diamonds, standing straight out from her body as his fingers gently twisted and manipulated the nubs. Feeling them press into his palm, they felt like hot coals, searing into his skin.<br><br>His finger pressed further between her lower lips. One finger crooking upwards, he began to slowly push it into her opening, feeling the tight walls clamp down, almost as if they tried to halt his entrance. The heel of his hand rubbed over the top of her slit, pressing down lightly over where her clit was hidden, rubbing in soft circles over her mound. "You feel so good Katie. You are so sexy, so beautiful. I want you to cum for me, here in the shower."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 20:44:09</strong>
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				Katie squeezed her eyes shut arching her ass up and back a little to feel his hardness pressed against her. Nothing had ever felt so right or so alluring. She let him touch her, afraid at any moment that his hands would suddenly stop being so kind, but didn't struggle against him openly.<br><br>As his fingers slipped deeper into the little cleft between her legs, she couldn't help but rock her hips forward to press her clit against his hand. Every tiny movement on his&nbsp; part created an almost unbearable friction on that&nbsp; most sensitive nub; she knew, as he explored her tiny slit, that it was already feverishly lubricated for him.<br><br>But she didn't want him inside her, not yet. She clenched her thighs together around his hand and stood as still as she could, barely even breathing. <br><br>"Please," she whispered, "please don't." She tried to bite back a moan as he brushed against her clit again and failed. "Please... I've.. never done this before. Stop."<br><br>Katie's body did the exact opposite of what she insisted she wanted as she shifted slightly forward to press his fingertip against her slit with an almost unbearable pressure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 22:40:57</strong>
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				"Shhhh Katie it's ok. I know you've never done this, which is why I want to show you how wonderful it can be." Although her thighs tried to trap his hand and prevent it from moving, a few flexes gave him the room he needed to proceed. And proceed he did, but slowly sliding a finger up into her opening, his digit pressing between her tight, wet walls as he explored her depths. He knew she was a virgin, so was very careful during his penetration of her, not wanting to break through her hymen just yet.<br><br>His thumb firmly pressed over her clit now, her lips spread to reveal the hidden pearl. Rubbing in circles, pressing it back and forth with his thumb. He knew how to touch her, how to bring her body up to heights of pleasure she'd never felt. Her voice said no, but James knew her body was craving it, wanted everything he could show her.<br><br>His free hand held her up against him, sliding over her small breasts and waist, keeping her body firmly back upon his so she could feel his hard, throbbing cock against her hip and backside. Soon, it would be his turn, his chance to be pleasured. She'd done it once already today, and was certain she'd be just as enthusiastic now as she was then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 06:25:42</strong>
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				Katie let him touch her, but she lighly, delicately, kept her own fingertips on his wrists. Just in case he scared her or hurt her, but she knew he could easily overpower her and do whatever he wanted, even if she fought him as hard as she could. But this tiny gesture somehow made her feel better. It was silly, like closing her eyes and hoping that because she didn't see something, it wasn't there. But it made his gentle carresses tolerable, and even immensely pleasurable.<br><br>She wished she could relax, but her nervousness and fear made that impossible, on top of how incredibly aroused she was. She could feel the orgasm already starting to build and ducked her head in shame. He was going to think she was some kind of whore, the way her thighs were already slicked with her juices.<br><br>She shivered, tears hot on her cheeks, as the first shiver came. She was afraid she couldn't remain standing, literally weak at the knees as she began to slowly come on his hand. Every breath was a little sob of pleasure as she rocked her hips in time with his strokes. She arched her back against him, pressing her breast into his hand, and let herself go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 16:41:21</strong>
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				Smiling as he worked Katie up and through her orgasm, he let his fingers continue working their magic on her as her body shook against him. "Let it go Katie, just let the pleasure sweep through you." He whispered against her neck, his mouth nibbling her bare skin, his tongue gently running along her ear.<br><br>Feeling her weight start to weigh more heavily on his arms as her knees started getting week, James lowered both himself and Katie to the floor of the shower. His arms held her close, gently stroking along her soft, smooth skin. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed doing it for you. I love pleasuring you Katie. I love watching your reactions, how your body responds to my touch. I need your help now though Katie. I need you to give me the same kind of pleasure I gave you."<br><br>Slowly standing to his feet, James held Katie's shoulders, gently lifting her up onto her knees. Turning her to face him, his hard, throbbing cock couldn't be missed right in front of her. Lifting her hand, he wrapped her small palm around his shaft, holding it there gently yet firmly as his cock quivered at her touch. "I need you now Katie. I want you to suck your Master's cock. I want to cum in that sexy, pretty mouth of yours. You know how to do it baby. You sucked it this morning, remember? Do it just like that and you'll make me so proud of you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 18:10:22</strong>
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				Katie trembled as she began slowly stroking his cock; her breath was fevered and still heavy and fast as the warm tingles of her orgasm began to abate.&nbsp; She nodded to him silently, unable to look up at his face as she leaned in to kiss his shaft shyly.<br><br>Yes, she'd done it this morning, but she wanted to prove she was a fast learner, despite her mistakes at dinner.<br><br>She clenched her eyes closed as she ran her lips and tongue up and down his length, pausing only long enough to slide his head into her mouth for a moment or two. Then she started the long, slow nibbles and kisses and licks again. When she tasted the first drops of his saltiness, she smiled to herself.<br><br>With tender slowness, teasing him and herself, she slid his length as far as she could into her mouth. She began sucking delicately, stroking him firmly as she began moving her head back and forth. She would please him even more than he pleased her, if that was possible, and prove that she was worth keeping.<br><br>She moaned, then gasped as she thrust him too far into her throat. She'd have to be careful. There couldn't be anything sexy about gagging on his cock. The tears began to abate as she forgot her shame, starting to suck harder and faster, panting and squirming in her rising arousal as she swirled her tongue around him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 19:14:34</strong>
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				James's hips pressed forward, sliding his shaft towards Katie's soft lips as he leaned back against the wall of the shower. His hands reached down, toying with her hair and stroking her cheeks. Unlike this morning, he was more guiding her, giving her encouragement to let her know that he was pleased. It wasn't the rough, face-fucking like this morning. This was gentler, more about her giving him pleasure than him taking it as he had previously.<br><br>"Oh yea Katie, that feels amazing. Suck it nice and deep for me." He said softly, his breathing already becoming ragged. He was pent up from the dinner and shower already. He wanted to cum bad, and it wouldn't take long either, what with the way Katie was bobbing up and down on his shaft. "That's a good girl Katie. Suck your Master's cock like that. Oh god you do that so well." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 19:19:50</strong>
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				She moaned around his cock when he stroked her hair and cheeks so gently. This was the strangest feeling she'd ever known and she couldn't get enough of it.<br><br>Katie sensed his excitement build and this aroused her even more. She passionately began stroking him harder, faster, and thrusting him as far and as hard as she could into her mouth. She knew her breasts heaved with every one of her frantic breaths as she sucked, but at the moment, she didn't care. She knew he liked the way she looked naked, and it excited her to know that she was giving him a little show.<br><br>She wanted to taste him. She sucked him so hard and fast that she could barely breathe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 19:46:37</strong>
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				"Fuck I'm gonna cum already. Suck it harder Katie, just like that baby." His voice was breathless with desire, his breathing now quick gasps as he felt the cum boiling within his groin, surging forward as it demanded its release.<br><br>Arching his back and thrust his hips up to Katie's mouth, James let out a loud groan. His cock swelled inside her mouth as his cum exploded from the head. Jet's of think, milky white cum spewed forth, coating the inside of her throat and shooting down her throat. Each spasm of his cock caused his back to arch and shake, his hands deep in her hair as he held her tightly towards his body.<br><br>Breath exploding out as he collapsed against the shower wall, he looked down to watch as his cock slipped from her mouth, a few small dribbles of cum leaking across her lips and chin. A slow smile softened his look as he stared down at her. She was perfect. He really had made the right decision in purchasing her. She would make the best pleasure slave he'd owned in years. Only one thing remained this night, he thought to himself as his eyes glanced over at the bed. Tonight, he would sleep with her. Tonight, he would possess her body completely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 22:23:26</strong>
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				Katie lapped the droplets of him from her lips like a kitten licking milk from her whiskers. She sat back on her heels a little to smile very shyly up to him.<br><br>"I hope you liked it? Master." Damn, she had to start using the title as more than an afterthought. "That was the first time I've done <em>that</em> on my own. Without, you know..."<br><br>She glanced aside, still breathless and blushing from head to toe, unable to make herself finish the thought. She wiped her soaked hair back from her face, her fingers snarling in the tangles, and wondered what the least awkward thing to do next could possibly be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 03:49:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling down at her, James gently stroked her soft cheek. "Katie you were amazing, you did so well. I'm so proud of you." Reaching down, he took her by the shoulders and slowly lifted her up to her feet. His hands softly stroked up and down her arms, feeling her soft skin, the water making it even smoother than real.<br><br>Reaching behind her, he shut off the water and turned the dryers on. As the water stopped flowing, the jets turned into hot air blowers and began shooting warm air over every part of their body. The hot air blew much of the water off their bodies, and helped to dry out the rest. In only a few short minutes, their bodies were completely dry and clean.<br><br>Opening the door to the shower, James stepped out and helped Katie out after him. Walking her over to the bed, he climbed up onto it and drew her with him. Both of them kneeling in the middle of the bed, his mouth lowered to kiss across her shoulders and against her neck. "I don't want you to be lonely tonight Katie, so I'm going to stay here with you the whole night long. You need not worry about being alone again."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 04:14:15</strong>
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				Katie stiffened in his arms, shivering as his mouth began moving over her skin. Being in the bed made the reality of what he truly wanted from her even clearer. She wasn't sure she could do this, but she was too afraid to fight him.<br><br>So instead, she went silent and still, processing all the overwhelming sensations of his touches. His lips were so soft and sweet, the skin on his chin just barely, delicately raspy from his morning's shave. His hands were so much bigger than her own, and seemed made to cup and carress her body in passion, in gentleness, and in anger.<br><br>She took a deep breath and willed herself to look at him. His hair curled just a touch behind his ears and the muscles on his neck seemed to beg for her kisses. As his lips wandered even longer, she shut her eyes and tried to stay still.<br><br>"I don't know if I can do this..." she whispered, terrified of his answer. "It's scary. I don't want to be alone, but... I don't know..." She trembled, waiting for his angry reply.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 05:20:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gently, yet with a firm pressure, James pushed her back onto the bed. His lips moved off her shoulders and down across her upper chest. Trailing down her body, he kissed along the curve of her small breast, tongue snaking out to lick along the small expanse of her skin, moving upwards to place kisses against her hard nipples. Moving back and forth between them, he kissed and licked her breasts for the first time, reveling in the feeling and taste of her skin.<br><br>Leaning up a little, James stared down at Katie, his chest and muscles rippling slightly as he held himself above her. "You begged me for this earlier Katie. You begged me to fuck you. You wanted it, more than anything. You weren't ready then though my dear, and so I didn't give into your request. Now though...now you are ready. And so am I Katie. Ready to make you mine completely tonight. Tonight I will make you a woman Katie. Your master will show you the pleasure of being with a man for the first time."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 18:27:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was unsettling that Katie couldn't predict what would anger this man. She went rigid beneath him, stunned by his gentle insistence. She would not deny him, verbally at least, and would try her hardest not to physically. She had no control over her body's response to his kisses and touches and was incredibly ashamed of the tiny moans and gasps that escaped her lips and the way she wriggled her hips uncontrollably beneath him.<br><br>"I... I'm scared," she whispered, focusing as hard as she could on not moving at all. "Is this going to hurt me?" <br><br>Her lower lip trembled as she clenched her thighs together. "Please, don't do this."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 19:34:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His lips moved back to her small breasts, sucking and gently nibbling her erect nipples. Hearing her words, listening to her beg him not to do this, it caused his cock to shiver and seemingly swell even larger. Oh lord he was going to enjoy this. He knew her body craved him, yet the prospect that her mind still hadn't caught up was enough to cause shivers down his spine.<br><br>Lifting up a little, he started to slide down her lithe body, laying kisses against the outlines of her ribs and down against her belly. He stopped at her belly button, kissing and licking around it before starting to move further down. Taking a hold of her clenched thighs, he firmly pushed them apart, spreading her legs as he began to move between them. Looking up at her, he lay a soft kiss against each thigh as he nestled between her spread legs. "Relax Katie, that will be the best thing for you. It may hurt a little, but it's only the pain of you becoming a woman. I will make your body enjoy this, that I promise you."<br><br>Pressing her legs open wider, James finally gets his first, up close look at her most intimate area. A moan of desire escapes his lips, his tongue running over his lips as he stares at her. Not a hair in sight, perfectly smooth, soft skin from her inner thigh to her already slightly wet slit. She was open to him, her lips barely apart, showing the pink hidden within. Laying more soft kisses on her inner thighs, he moved up closer, tongue leading the way to trace the outside of her lips, laying kisses and licks along the outer edges. Finally, he presses his tongue flat against her slit, running it slowly upwards as he takes his first taste of her, letting Katie feel a man's tongue against her pussy for the first time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 19:46:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie felt her thighs parting in his hands and couldn't bring herself to stop him, though she did resist the pressure with no results. He was going to do this regardless of her wishes, and he was right. If she relaxed, maybe this would be easier for her.<br><br>She shook her head as he spoke, but was too overwhelmed with arousal and fear to answer him with some sharp remark. His little kisses and licks were driving her over the edge of self-control and when he finally slipped his tongue up and firmly over her aching lips, she couldn't keep herself quiet any more.<br><br>Katie arched her hips up to meet him, sinking her fingers into his hair as she screamed behind clenched teeth. She was tempted to grab his hair and yank him away, but knew at the same time she'd never do it.<br><br>"Please, don't."She sounded breathless and scared even to herself and hoped he wouldn't think less of her for it. "I'm not ready... Stop."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 20:07:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her plea's and begs for him to stop only fueled his own desire. There was no way he was going to stop right now. She was in the perfect position for him to finally have her, and nothing was going to stop him this time.<br><br>His tongue and mouth moved everywhere over her pussy, teasing and licking the completely hairless skin of her sex. Spreading her lips apart, his tongue dragged firmly between them, teasing at her tight opening before sliding back up and swirling around her clit. Her wetness soon covered his mouth and chin, so wet that she was becoming from his actions on her. He watched her though, seeing how each action made her react. Every lick, every kiss, every nibble against her pussy was done to get her so worked up, she wouldn't know what was going on. He didn't want her to cum, not just yet, so he made sure that each time she seemed to be getting closer, he'd back off and slow his actions. He wasn't going to let her cum until he was inside her completely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 20:25:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Every time he brought her to the very crest of climax, he immediately backed away, leaving Katie sobbing and gasping wordlessly, but begging for more.<br><br>She knew she'd soaked the bed beneath her and her thighs halfway down to her knees. Tears streamed down her cheeks in her embarrassment and reluctance, but she was so painfully aroused she couldn't make him stop...<br><br>Finally, she lost all track of time and reality, coasting only on the rising and ebbing waves of throbbing pleasure between her legs. She parted her thighs for him, shoving herself open for his tongue as she whimpered.<br><br>"Please..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 20:30:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Knowing the time was perfect, James raised himself up from between her legs. Moving his body forward, his knees planted between her spread legs, his body hovering over top of hers. Pushing his hips forward, he let the shaft of his cock press against her hairless slit, gliding up and down it. "Yes Katie, tonight I make you mine." He said softly, staring straight down at her.<br><br>His hips shifted further down, the head of his cock rubbing along her slit until it nestled in between her lips. He held steady, just at her entrance, before slowly starting to push in. It was tight, oh god so tight as he felt the head of his cock push into Katie's pussy, her tight walls surrounding him as another inch. The sensations were amazing, her body was so hot and wet, so tight around him.<br><br>Barely much further into her, he felt the barrier within, her virginity blocking him from progressing further. Staring down at her, his head finally moved down and kissed her deeply. Face covered with her wetness from earlier, his mouth opened against hers as his tongue thrust between their lips into her mouth. His lips were as hot as lava as they pushed against her mouth, his hips giving a quick thrust that pushed hard against her virginity, breaking it and pushing past it, making her his forever.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 20:33:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie screamed against his mouth in pain and fear, knotting her hands on his back and biting deeply into his flesh with her little nails. She tried to pull herself back and away from him, even managing to get some traction on the bedspread with her feet. <br><br>She didn't think she could take this horrible pressure, aching and tearing her inside. She sobbed as she turned her head away from his kiss, scratching at him and begging him in whimpers to leave her alone...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 21:45:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nuzzling against her neck, James held himself still inside her. Not moving at all for fear of hurting her more, he stayed still and simply slid a hand down her body to gently rub her little clit around in circles. "Shhh, just relax Katie. I'm sorry it had to hurt, but it usually does for all girls their first time. Just relax baby, ignore the pain and concentrate on the pleasure instead."<br><br>His words were soft and comforting, hoping they would break though the haze of pain she felt and help her to relax around him. His own breathing was quickened, the feeling of her tight pussy clamping around him caused him to grit his teeth on occasion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 01:13:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie held very, very still beneath him. She tried counting the span of each breath, numbering the seconds of every inhalation, pause, and exhalation. His hand between her legs did serve to relax her a little bit, but when she felt herself spasm around him and saw his grimace, she panicked a little.<br><br>"Oh my god! Am I hurting <em>you</em>?!" <br><br>Katie couldn't help it. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to pull him closer, tried to hide her face in his sweet-smelling hair. "I'm... sorry."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 15:25:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Letting her nuzzle against his hair, he continued holding still until he'd gotten his body under control. "No Katie, I'm ok. Your just so damn tight and you feel so good. I had to get control before exploding myself. It's all ok now my darling. Just relax and let your Master make you feel good."<br><br>Laying atop her body like he was now, it gave James easy access to nibble across her neck and running this tongue along her hot skin. His hips started to move now slowly, gently easing a little ways out of her body before pushing in again. Small, soft strokes, each one her lips holding tightly onto his shaft, almost as if not wanting it to leave her. His hand stayed centered over her clit, rubbing it softly and lightly pinching it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 19:44:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he began moving within her, Katie focused first on just trying to relax, as he asked. She sank her little teeth into his shoulder, however, when he began stimulating her even more. She couldn't help herself, almost losing herself entirely to the sensations. The ache between her legs didn't subside that much, but it quickly became tolerable as her body began doing what it was designed to do in the most fundamental way.<br><br>"Please... please, don't make it hurt." Her whisper was hot against his neck. "I like it... but it hurts. Will it stop soon?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 19:55:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shhhh, just relax Katie. It'll stop hurting soon. I'm so proud of you baby, your doing so good for your first time." He nuzzled up to her ear and licking along the edge, holding himself against her as he slowly moved inside her. Shifting his head, he laid soft kisses over her lips and cheeks, giving little licks against the soft skin of her face. Bringing his fingers up to lick them, he pushed them against her clit again, the wetness making his fingers glide over the little nub as he rolled it around between his fingers.<br><br>His hips pushed gently and slowly, sliding his cock between her lips. He was only about halfway inside her, but knew this was probably all she could take at the moment. Glancing down, his heart beat faster as he watched the sight before him. His cock seemed so much bigger in this light, his thick shaft spreading her hairless lips open, gliding in and out of her pussy, her walls clinging to each inch of him even after he'd pulled a ways out. Licking his lips again at the sight of their bodies joining, he looked back down at Katie and kissed her deeply, his lust and passion for her apparent in the way he kissed her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 20:37:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie kissed him back with a fever that matched his own. She could feel herself clenching around him and despite the discomfort, a slow burn was beginning to build in her belly that was the most intoxicating, delicious feeling she'd ever known. <br><br>She scratched his shoulders lightly with her little nails, pulling back and nibbling his lower lip as she watched his face through heavy-lidded eyes.<br><br>"I want more." <br><br>She smiled to him sweetly and arched her hips up to meet him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 22:13:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling down at her, James started to fully thrust in and out of her. Each stroke took him almost completely out of her body, before pushing back in and sliding half of his thick cock into her. As he set up a steady rhythm, each push into her he let go a little further. Holding steady to let Katie get used tot he increased penetration, he'd let her walls stretch around the head of his cock before pulling back again.<br><br>His breath was heavy as he lay atop her, her legs spread open for him as he thrust into her hot pussy. "You feel so good Katie. I knew you'd like this." He said with a grin. His hands wandered up and down her body, gently rubbing across her small breasts and torso, his legs holding his body almost upright as he continued thrusting at that slow pace. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 22:19:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie offered him a flash of a smile just before his body sent her completely out of her senses. She only knew pleasure, and a tiny hint of pain. His longer, deeper strokes began to stoke the flame in her deepest parts; this was not any sort of orgasm she'd ever experienced before.<br><br>As he kept up the gentle rhythm, her body responded in kind, matching his movements. She clenched and released around him each time he thrust in; as he pulled out, a tiny gasp and shiver escaped her.<br><br>Her climax came slowly, a series of shudders and tiny cries possessing her as her little pussy finally locked hungrily around him, seeming unwilling to let his cock free as even her belly cramped in pleasure. The intensity was so great tears came to her eyes as she screamed silently, clawing his back almost hard enough to raise blood, and arched against him again, again, again...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 22:27:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A small grunt passed his lips, his eyes closing tightly as Katie's orgasm swept through her, her pussy clamping down even tighter on his shaft than before. He'd worked himself about 3/4ths of the way into her, and now the entire length of his cock was subjugated to the squeezes and pulses of her orgasm ripping through her body.<br><br>"Oh fucking god you feel good Katie." His breathing was quick and labored, trying valiently to hold back his own orgasms, wanting to spend more time within his young beauty. Finally, with a deep breath James was able to push the sensations down, holding them in the pit of his own belly as he waited for Katie's orgasm to run it's course. Leaning back down over her, he gently kissed the tears away that had formed at the corner's of her eyes. He held himself still inside her, waiting for her senses to return to the here and now. He wanted to give her one more yet tonight, one amazing, mind-blowing orgasm that would see her crying out for her Master.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 22:32:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie gasped as the spasms began to recede, leaving her breathless and bathed in sparkling comfort and heat. She smiled lazily to him, then froze, her eyes going huge.<br><br>"I'm.. sorry! I didn't mean to! Oh god..." She covered her eyes with her arm. "Sorry." She bit her lip, still rocking her hips greedily against him. "It just felt too good..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 22:37:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				James lets out a soft laugh as he stares down at the girl. "Katie, you never cease to surprise me. I honestly have no idea what your sorry for. Are you sorry for making me feel good? Are you sorry for having an orgasm? That's kind of the whole point of this my dear. I want all of that to happen."<br><br>Leaning down and kissing her deeply again, his arms lift her legs up a little bit, bending her knees back as he starts to move once again. This position lets him thrust a little harder into her, his cock pushing in those last few inches so that James could finally bury himself within Katie. His hip bone ground against her pelvis, mashing her little clit between their skin. Hips moving again, his rhythm this time was faster, a little harder, and deeper into her tight body. His lips moved to her ear where he whispered huskily to her. "I want you to come like this Katie. I want you to feel what it's like when you cum as your Master fucks you. Your bringing me so close to that as well baby. I want to make you cum again, I want you to cry out in passion. I want you to know the feeling of your Master cumming inside your amazing body." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 22:42:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie opened herself to him as much as she could. He was huge inside her, and even hurt her some when he went all the way in; but the pleasure was a great fire inside her and she only wanted it to burn hotter. Every thrust brought a little scream to her lips. She was hypersensitive from the orgasm that was still coursing through her in residual waves, and in moments, he had her on the brink of another.<br><br>She dug her nails into his shoulders as her body nearly doubled over on itself as the climax forced itself on her. "Please... Don't stop! I love the way you fuck me!" Her voice was hoarse in need as she clenched her eyes shut and submitted to him entirely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 15:24:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				James was breathing hard and fast, pumping his cock into Katie again and again. He knew he was close to cumming himself, and did not hold back one bit. He wanted her to feel it, to feel a man's cum inside her for the first time ever. His arms went under her shoulders, lifting her up against his body while his hips pounded away, driving deep and hard into her pussy. <br><br>"Oh god Katie, I'm so close. You master is going to cum." James said through gritted teeth, feeling the growing tingling deep in his groin. Her walls clung to his shaft each time it entered her, her body so hot, so wet as his cock pushed deep into her body with each thrust. Finally, unable to hold back and longer, James thrust one final time into her, his back arching as his cock began to shoot streams of cum into her pussy. "Oh god Katie, yes. Yes Katie." He mumbled against her neck, holding her body tight against his own as spasms shot up and down his spine, each one causing a steam of cum to spray across her walls as he held his cock deep inside of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 21:20:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie twined her legs around his hips, pulling him to her as tightly as she could when he climaxed. She hissed in pleased surprise as she felt him pulse inside her, filling her in the most fundamental way. This was the best feeling in the world, and as his frantic gasps subsided, she pulled him down on top of her and hid her face against his neck.<br><br>She placed tiny kisses in the crook of his neck and shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 21:28:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Returning his own kisses and nibbles against her neck and shoulder, James enjoyed the feeling of laying fully against Katie.&nbsp; Her small, naked breasts pressed against his chest, with her hard nipples like little hot coals burning against his skin. A sigh of content escaped his lips, as he felt his cock slowly begin to soften while inside her.<br><br>"I knew you'd enjoy this Katie. You should trust your Master more. I'm quite experienced in how to make a woman's body quiver with desire...as I'm sure you've noticed." He said with a soft laugh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 21:30:24</strong>
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				Katie laughed quietly. The warm afterglow was beginning to steal over her again; she didn't want to feel his body leave her, but the soreness was almost unbearable. She made no move to pull away or to push him out, but held him tightly as her breath began to slow and she began to drift off to sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 21:35:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a reluctant groan, James lifted up and slowly slide himself from Katie's body. Taking a cloth from the night stand, he reached down and gently cleaned her up, as a small dribble of his cum had escaped alongside his withdrawing member. Leaning down, he gave her a quick kiss before rolling off of the bed. "I'll be right back Katie." With that said, he exited her room with the door closing behind him.<br><br>He wasn't gone more than one or two minutes before returning, how carrying a glass of water and a few pills. Crawling back onto the bed, he held the items out for Katie to take. "Here my dear. These will help with the soreness. Just a few light pain medications. By tomorrow morning you should feel right as rain again." Smiling at her, once she took the water and pills he'd move to lay back beside her, resting on one elbow and waiting for her to come back to his side.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 21:37:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie returned his smile. She nearly fumbled the glass and pills, her hands still quivering from the massive rush of arousal and her sudden exhaustion. She drank the water greedily and laid the glass beside the bed, then laid down on her side to face him.<br><br>"You're going to stay here tonight with me?" She rubbed her eyes like a little girl with her fists and yawned. "I don't want to be alone after.. that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 21:42:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling at her, James reached out and brushed her hair, moving his body to press lightly against Katie as they faced each other on the bed. "You won't be alone Katie. Your Master will stay with you all night long." Leaning over to pull the thin comforter across them, he slide one arm under her head and the other across her waist, pulling her into a light embrace.<br><br>"Go to sleep my little one. You are safe here with me. Sweet dreams and I'll be here when you wake up."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 21:45:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie wrapped her arm around his shoulders, pillowing her head with the other one, and pressed her face to his chest. She kissed his warm flesh gently and almost instantly fell asleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 22:08:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The night passed uneventfully, with James and Katie sleeping soundly in one another's embrace. Even with the events from the past day, the feeling of Katie's naked body pressed against James' throughout the night affected his subconscious. This gave him a bad case of morning wood the next morning as he slowly awoke from his sleep.<br><br>A slow, deep breath raised his chest as James opened his eyes. His first sight was that of Katie nestled amongst his arms, which raised a smile across his face. Last night had been perfect. Finally, he'd gotten Katie to the point where she didn't actively resist his sexual advances. Taking her virginity had been...well simply amazing. There was no other way to describe it. Letting his hand over her waist slide down her body, he cupped her firm little butt against his palm, drawing her tighter against him. He was already hard when he woke up, and this caused his shaft to press gently against her mound and lower stomach.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 21:23:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie's body was warm and flushed from sleep. As he pulled her tightly to him, she smiled and fluttered her eyes open just a slit. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders with a kittenish yawn, then stopped. He was hard against her tender belly already?<br><br>With the shyest of smiles, she reached down between them and ran one silky fingertip down the length of his shaft. "Good morning."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 23:39:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching Katie open her eyes from sleep, he smiled back, leaning in to kiss her lips softly. An eyebrow raised as he felt her run a finger along the length of his shaft. He couldn't help but flex it a little against her skin.<br><br>"Good morning to you my dear." He spoke softly, enjoying the feeling of her body in his arms. The hand on her ass squeezed it firmly, his fingers slipping between her cheeks a little as he fondled her ass. "Did you sleep well beautiful?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 19:21:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie kissed down the front of his throat slowly, her lips soft and incredibly shy against his skin.<br><br>"I slept better than I have in months, Master. Thanks." <br><br>Her little hand wrapped loosely around his shaft. She wasn't sure what she should do, or even if she was allowed to touch him like this, but after last night, if she could please him, she was definitely going to try. The rewards had to be worth it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 23:43:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, leaning in to kiss her gently. He loved how she called him Master so effortlessly, as if it came natural to her. "I'm glad you did my dear. It seems my lovely little slave loves it when her Master fucks her." His smile was wide, teeth almost gleaming as James leaned in and gently nibbled her neck.<br><br>Sliding his hand around her body, he slipped it down between her legs, cupping her smooth mound in his palm and gently rubbing it. "How do you feel this morning? Not sore I hope? Did the pills help?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 23:46:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie gasped as he slid his hand between her legs. Every time he touched her, it was like he was made to bring her pleasure. Her breath was already hot against his skin as she pressed herself against his hand with a little moan.<br><br>"No, not bad. Just a little. Thanks." She parted her thighs just a fraction. "That feels good..." She laughed, hiding her face and blushing. "Sorry. You probably think I'm a slut."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 23:56:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shakes his head, nuzzling her neck as his fingers stroke softly over her pussy. "No no, not at all baby. Your supposed to enjoy it when your Master touches you. You can't be a slut if I'm the only man your with."<br><br>His lips trailed up her neck and nibbled on her ear as his finger pressed between her lips lightly and started rubbing more firmly. "Of course, I might like calling you my naughty little slut sometime. It sounds so dirty, and I certainly like dirty, naughty things. Especially right now if you don't hurt too much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 00:12:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie was immediately wet against his hand as she arched towards him. She smiled sleepily, lazily to&nbsp; him and kissed his chest. "I think I'd like that."<br><br>She moved her hand delicately across his shaft, her fingers barely brushing his hardness. "I'm not too sore..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 00:19:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her ear, he slowly thrust his finger into her wet pussy. He was glad to hear that she wasn't sore. His cock was hard as a rock, and he wanted her so very badly.<br><br>Gently rolling her over, he moved in close with her back to his chest. His free hand reached under her body, wrapping around to squeeze her little breast. His hips pressed forward, rubbing his cock up against her ass, nestling against the little crease. "Tell your Master what you want baby. Do you want me to fuck my little naughty slut? Your a dirty little slut for your Master, aren't you Katie? Tell me how bad you want it." His finger gently thrust in and out of her pussy as he talked, slowly getting her body ready for another round of hot sex.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 00:35:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie whimpered as she felt herself tightening around his finger. He could easily make her come like this, between his slow touch and his dirty talk.<br><br>"I want you to fuck me." She pressed her ass back against him greedily.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 00:47:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Removing his finger from her pussy, he shifted his cock down between her legs, rubbing the shaft up against her lips as the head began to nestle in between her lips.<br><br>"You like getting fucked, don't you Katie? Are you your Master's slutty little fuck-toy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 18:15:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I love it," she purred.<br><br>She leaned close to kiss him, dragging her teeth over his lower lip delicately. With a tiny thrust of her hips, she positioned herself so that his head was barely slipping inside her heated slit. She smiled as she leaned back to kiss his throat.<br><br>"I love the way you fuck me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 23:54:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With her back to him, James gripped her hip tightly as he felt the head of his cock start to slip between her lips. A quick jerk of his hips pressed his shaft between her folds, burying himself about half-way inside her body. "God your so tight Katie. Your Master loves your sexy little body."<br><br>His hips started to thrust quickly, not taking things very slow this time around. Each thrust pushed him deeper and deeper into her body, until before long his cock buried completely within her pussy with each thrust. He held her hip tightly as he pounded into her, loving the feeling of fucking and commanding his sexy slave girl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 17:49:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie gasped as he sank himself all the way into her. The little bit of residual soreness actually served to put a tingling edge on her arousal. As he took her faster and harder than he had last night, she was surprised at her own reactions. She arched to yeild to him, pressing her ass back against him in time with his thrusts, and moaned as she felt herself begin to tighten quickly around him.<br><br>He could make her come so fast? She bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut, grabbing his hands on her hips and trying to control herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 18:03:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His breath came out in quick gasps, little beads of sweat appearing on his brow as his hips thrust himself deep inside Katie again and again. James loved how her tight pussy clamped down on him each time he thrust into her, her tight, wet walls almost sucking him deeper into her with each thrust.<br><br>"Oh god Katie, take your Master's cock. Be my naughty little slut." Moving his hand from her hip, he brought it up to his mouth where he started licking his thumb, covering it with saliva. Not knowing how she'd respond to this, he gripped her tight as his hand slide down against her ass and pressed between her cheeks. Finding her little puckered hole, James started to rub his we thumb over the wrinkled skin, firmly rubbing and pressing against her little tight asshole.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 18:10:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie cried out quietly, but in her hyper-arousal, didn't resist his finger. The touch was almost enough to send her over the edge and it was all she could do not to release herself right then and there.<br><br>She whimpered in time with his thrusts, his body nearly knocking the breath out of her, and dug her nails into the bedclothes, hiding her face beneath the comforter as her climax finally overwhelmed her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 18:31:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pressing his thumb harder against her little asshole, he slowly pushed it into her, letting it sink deeper and deeper into her body. His hips furiously pounded away at her pussy, driving his cock deep into her again and again as their bodies moved together on the bed.<br><br>"Oh god I'm so close Katie. Your Master is going to cum any second." James said loudly through clenched teeth. He strove to delay his orgasm as long as possible, but knew it wouldn't be long before he couldn't hold it any longer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 21:35:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A second orgasm followed immediately after the first. Katie's eyes went huge in shock as the spasms threatened to jerk her completely away from his body. A flood of hot wetness soaked him suddenly as she screamed hoarsely in pleasure. She opened herself to him in every way as much as she could and tried to control herself at least a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 01:59:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His thumb suddenly drove deep into Katie's ass as her body, his hand jerking toward her hard with the pleasure coursing through his body. "Yes Yes Yes!" James seemed to shout, his hips pounding away at her young body, driving his cock into her pussy again and again. His thrusts rocked her body, almost shaking her away from him but for the way he had her embedded upon his digits.<br><br>With a final lunge, his cock pressed so deep into her pussy that it bumped against her cervix. His cum blasted out from his body, jets of semen splashing against her inner walls as his body jerked and spasmed behind her. Shuddering as he filled her body with his cum, he finally collapsed down onto the bed, his body almost heaving as it took in deep breaths, one after another.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 20:24:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie went very quiet when he came. The feeling of him filling her to the very brink with is hot semen was likely the most satisfying sensation she'd ever known. She smiled to herself, still panting and gasping for breath, as her body began to relax around him and he softened inside her, relieving the slightly painful pressure on her cervix. His liquids mixed with her own and trickled between her thighs in a soft tickle.<br><br>She melted into his body, a wash of soft and warm bliss moving over her. She could never recall such happiness or satisfaction in her life. As his breath began to temper behind her and their sweat cool, something occured to her.<br><br>She almost jerked out of his arms, alarm clearly written on her face.<br><br>"Shit. You can't do that any more! Unless I see a doctor or something! I could get pregnant!" She winced and tried to relax, still laying on her side. "Shit..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 23:39:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her jerk away from him caught James by surprise. Listening to her talk, his eyebrows raised at her worried look. He didn't say anything, didn't comfort her or offer words of support. He just sat there looking at her strangely until she'd finished talking. Then he started to laugh.<br><br>It wasn't an evil laugh or one filled with malice. It was more of a 'why are you worried about something so silly' laugh. He tried to talk, but but couldn't get past the laughter emanating from his mouth. Finally, a hand pressed to his stomach, he was able to breath a bit and talk normally. "Oh Katie, you are just so adorable. Trust me my dear, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. With as many slaves as the club here handles, of course they'd have something in effect to prevent pregnancies. When you first got here, they gave you a shot that prevents conception for one month. Not only that, but the food is laced with a mild contraceptive that makes all the men sterile for a few days while they stay here and eat the food provided. You have absolutely nothing to worry about."<br><br>Pulling back and sliding out of her, he sat cross-legged and pulled her up against him, his arms embracing her tightly. "The only thing you need to worry about is making me happy. And so far, especially after last night and this morning, you are doing an fabulous job of making sure that happens."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 23:44:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could only laugh softly in return, but she was incredibly embarrassed at her own foolishness. Of course allowances for these things had to be made. She couldn't believe she'd been so worried...<br><br>When he pulled her close, Katie wrapped her arms around his shoulder and laid her cheek against his neck. "I'm glad I make you happy. I was really worried at first that I wouldn't. This is all so... fucking strange." <br><br>She sighed and trailed her fingertips across his&nbsp; bare skin. "But I think I could like it..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 00:34:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Running his hand up and down her back, James cradled her in his arms as they talked. "I know its strange, but I really am proud of you for accepting the situation and not making things worse. This is how life is now, and nothing will change that. I've seen other slaves bought by people that just don't get it. For weeks, even months they seem to fight and struggle against what has happened. All it does is make life miserable for them. I'm lucky your so much smarter than them, and have accepted what your place is now."<br><br>He laid a few soft kisses on the top of her head as his arms tightened around her. "I know you could like it. Just look at last night and this morning. You were quite the willing partner in everything. I certainly wasn't disappointed. I don't see myself ever getting tired with you in bed Katie." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 02:14:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie listened to him quietly, unable to hide her slight frown. "Have you done this before? I mean...&nbsp; bought..." She trailed off, shrugging. "What happened to them?"<br><br>She wasnt sure if this was even the sort of conversation she was permitted to have. Bracing herself for his anger, she pressed on. "And.. what if I didn't like it and did fight? You'd give me back, and it could be worse! I don't have much of a choice."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 03:01:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Have I bought slaves before? A few here and there, certainly. None have been for the purpose I have planned for you though. Most were just for working in my homes as random servants. Cooks, cleaners, that sort of thing. I did have sex with them on occasion, but they had already been trained before purchasing them, so understood what was expected."<br><br>He let his hands stroke up and down her back, caressing her flesh softly before speaking again. "The whole talk about me giving you back...well some of it was just a bluff." He said with a slight chuckle. "Sure, at some point I may have given you back, but that wouldn't have been for a good month or two. I wanted you Katie, and I as willing to do everything in my power to have you for my own, body and mind. I'm just glad you realized this much earlier, rather than later. I would have kept spanking you, and teasing you, and punishing you for weeks, never fucking you and only rarely giving you the release you craved. It certainly wouldn't have been very fun for you. Nothing like last night or this morning."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 17:41:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie was quietly thoughtful for a long time, enjoying his gentle touch. She glanced at him sheepishly. "I don't know if you can own somebody in body <em>and</em> mind. I mean... I'm starting to enjoy this but that doesn't mean I don't want my own life again! I don't think you get it..."<br><br>She sighed softly, not wanting to ruin his good mood but sincerely not understanding his sense of ownership over her. Katie was a girl who rarely spoke unless forced to, but when she had something worth saying, she made sure she made her point as clearly as possible.<br><br>"You know this isn't legal in the United States. Your 'ownership' is all in your head, and in the imagination of all your little club friends. If I called the cops right now you'd all be in prison forever!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 01:06:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Relaxing his arms from about her body, James moved them behind his back and lead on them a bit. He wasn't mad about her questions. He actually enjoyed the fact that she had a mind and was brave enough to voice the issues she was dealing with. "Well have you never heard of people who were so devoted to another that they would do almost anything for them? Would that not imply that the other person had a sense of ownership over the other? I'm sure you do want your own life Katie...but what kind exactly? Do you really want the kind of life you had before coming here? Is that something you want to go back too?"<br><br>He couldn't help but chuckle as she mentioned calling the cops. Almost every slave always brought up this threat, and he'd listened to many of his peers stories about how the slave was shocked and their reactions to what happened whey they did. "Well Katie, yes you probably could call the cops. My question though, is how? There are no phones in here. There are no phones in my room. Everywhere you go for the next few weeks will be with me. Why would I let you near a phone?" Leaning back a bit more, he rested on his elbows with his legs stretching out around where she sat cross-legged. <br><br>"Do you know how much money I have Katie? Well it's a lot. With money, comes power. I donate quite a bit to congressmen and senators. They like Washington, and want to stay there. My money keeps them there. Do you really think they'd let me go to jail and lose out on that money? The same goes for local police. I can have people forge documents saying that you are my ward, and prone to fits of delusions. Whether this is technicaly 'legal' or not doesn't matter. It's how things are, and that won't change just because you want it too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 01:12:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie gaped. She couldn't really summon any reaction other than a blank, glazed stare as this sank in; in every way, he'd secured ownership of another human being. Her.<br><br>She hid her face in her hands and counted the moments it took to inhale, exhale. Panic was rising in her. There was no way this was really happening. As pleasant as he'd been to her last night and this morning, this man sincerely... owned her!<br><br>After a while she lowered her hands, folding her arms over her chest. "Devotion is something that's earned, not bought. I don't know what kind of life you'll give me but at least I knew what to expect with freedom! You can't just buy somebody and hope they immediately obey you! That's just... nuts."<br><br>She slid off the edge of the bed, his legs forcing her to awkwardly climb over him, and stomped across the room to the shower.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 01:42:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				James rolled his eyes as she stomped off towards the shower. "Do you really think I'm that stupid Katie? What do you think we've been doing these past two days? I am going to earn your trust and devotion...even if I need to force it upon you until that's all you know."<br><br>Sighing a bit with disappointment, he slid his body around until his feet met the floor. Standing up, he started walking towards the door that led out. "I'm disappointed Katie. Here I thought everything was going good, and that you were becoming comfortable with the situation. Apparently I was wrong, and that saddens me. You can throw your little fit, and pretend that your wants actually account for something. The sooner you realize though, that they don't matter in the slightest, the sooner things will get better. For now though, I think a bit of alone time is what you need. Maybe I'll be back later tonight." He stepped up to the keypad and started entering the code. She might have a chance to stop him if she truly tried, but he was certainly planning on leaving her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 02:20:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie froze at the shower door. Reality was becoming clearer and clearer to her with every passing moment. If he wanted to leave her here alone for hours, or even days, who would even know? She whirled on her heel, panic clear on her face.<br><br>"Please! I'm sorry! Don't go... I'm trying, I swear I am!" She crossed the room in a few fast leaps. "Shit.. I'm sorry! Please, can't you see it from my end?"<br><br>She honestly didn't want to beg, but she would if she had to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 02:32:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing at the doorway for a moment, James listened to her pleas. He did feel a little moved by her words, and could possibly see things from her perspective. Really though, she needed to know that this was reality, and her reality was now centered upon him. Until she could understand that, there would be much work still to do.<br><br>"You know what Katie, your good at this. The apologies, the excuses, it almost gets to me and makes me want to stay. In reality though, you refuse to accept everything that I've told you, and still feel that somehow things will go back to 'normal' for you. I think it's time that you started realizing that 'normal' is what you see around you." <br><br>With that said, he pressed the last key in the sequence and opened the door. Not looking back, he passed through the door with it sliding shut, sealing with a faint hiss behind him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 03:03:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie stared dumbly at the door for half a minute. Her brain couldn't process what just happened. After the warmth and pleasure of last night and this morning, this was a cold slap in the face that was much more effective than a physical blow could ever be.<br><br>She crumpled to the floor and started bawling like a little girl. She'd fucked up and before she'd been doing so well...<br><br>She curled her knees to her chest and cried until she was completely exhausted. She nearly dozed off in the floor but roused herself enough to go cup a few mouthfulls of water from the shower and crawl into bed. She had no way to judge how much time passed, waking up for long enough to feel the ache in her chest and to know that she'd been wrong this whole time. She immediately fell back into a troubled doze, crying even in her sleep.<br><br>Katie had never known such isolation. When she finally woke up and contained herself enough to roll out of bed, she realized how completely and utterly lonely her life could be without him in it; if he decided to leave her in a place like this for weeks at a time he could. He had the power to give or take away every single aspect of her life. <br><br>She leaned on the wall of the shower, slumping down to sit under the programmed steaming mist. She'd set the water cycle to run idefinitely and she almost fell asleep again but a nagging growl in her belly prevented it. She had very different words to say when she saw him next, and she was sure they'd please him as much as they crushed her to say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 04:04:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Although the day passed relatively quickly for James, his mind often wandered to Katie. He felt a little bad about leaving her alone, but it was something that needed to be done. He would win her devotion and trust, otherwise she'd be back on the street. It was that simple.<br><br>A few meetings with clients, a few business phone calls, and soon it was shortly after lunch time. His stomach growling hungrily, James ordered up a lunch for himself. Thinking on another idea for a moment, he ordered up another one for Katie. She would be as hungry as him, considering their activities this morning. Debating on what to give her, he decided a little more punishment was in order. Her lunch was quite simple. A very basic ham and turkey sandwich, and a bottle of water. That was it. No desert, nothing with any real flavor. <br><br>Taking the meal towards the door, he opened up a smaller door next to it. It was a one way partition to move items through without the person on the other side seeing or hearing anything. Once the lunch was placed inside and the door shut, a second door opened inside Katie's room, revealing the simple lunch for her, but nothing else.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 07:13:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment, when the small portal opened in the room, Katie's heart jumped. He came back! But within half a moment she realized that the door hadn't opened, only this little cubby for passing small objects back and forth. <br><br>She was still damp and warm from her extended shower. The bathing and the almost non-stop tears left her feeling exhausted&nbsp; but hollow and somehow cleaner than before. She tiptoed over from where she'd sat on the edge of the bed and took the plastic plate from the portal.<br><br>At least he was going to make sure she didn't starve. This brought her some hope that he hadn't entirely thrown her aside yet; regardless, Katie was careful with how much of the sandwich she ate. In her previous home, it wasn't uncommon for girls to bully each other to the point of starving the younger of weaker ones just out of spite. Being conservative was a survival technique. She drank every drop of water but saved half of her food for later, just in case he couldn't or wouldn't provide any more soon.<br><br>Sated and tired and just a little sore from the new types of excercise she'd been recieving in the last day, Katie made her way back to bed. She curled up in a small ball beneath the comforter and just knew that her overload of anxiety and fear would keep her gripped for the rest of the time before he returned.<br><br>She was wrong. As soon as the covers were pulled up over her head, she was deeply asleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 02:22:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The rest of the day passed quickly for James. A few more meetings lasted past dinner time, and he found his time free once again. Stepping back into his suite, his eyes glanced over at the door leading to Katie's room. He wasn't quite sure what his next step should be. The isolation she'd experienced today would probably bring on quite the response when she saw him, but would it be genuine?<br><br>Opening the door, James walked inside as it shut behind him. Katie was asleep, the comforter open a bit to reveal some of her naked body. He felt a surge of lust as he looked at her soft skin, so smooth and completely hairless. He wanted her again, even after last night's and this mornings events. He knew that wouldn't change for a long time, but he had to have her devotion, had to make her understand that he was the center of her universe. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market: James Deringer's Suite (Arander &amp; Gnerdygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 02:30:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie woke up on her own after he was in the room with her for a few moments, as if she sensed that she had company. She blinked almost immediately to full alertness and watched him from beneath her eyelashes. <br><br>"I'm sorry about what I said." She pulled the covers up nearly to her chin. "All I see is the stuff you took away from me. I don't even have anything I can call my own..." She tried to judge what he was thinking. At worst, he would leave her alone in here again. "I don't know what day it is, or if it's daylight or dark outside. It's very hard knowing you have all the power over me! That you give and take away whatever you please. I'm... sorry. I'll have to try harder."
			</dd>
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