A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Lynnie on 30-11-2009, 06:35:33</h2>
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				Title: <strong>A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 06:35:33</strong>
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				Crescent Moon Country Club Event: Auction!<br><br><br><br><br>Lynnie sits in her cage and plays with the threads left on the tattered blanket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:02:27</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>OutSide</strong></span> (http://i811.photobucket.com/albums/zz32/Showdownsurfer22/Kimberlys%20Country%20Club/CountryClub0.jpg)<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Inside A special room </strong></span>(http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr163/Ameribuild/COUNTRY%20CLUB/Pictures026.jpg)<br><br>Luna sits in her cage looking around her legs shaking as she is a bit cold feeling the cool surfice of the cage beneath her feet. Luna was scared and she hated when she became scared that's when she started shifting the worse.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:05:54</strong>
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				Glances over to the girl in the next cage. "Would ya keep it down? It echos in here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:10:26</strong>
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				Luna looks over at the girl next to her and nods as she moves against the back of the cage. Luna closed her eyes trying to calm her wildly beating heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:12:38</strong>
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				Lynnie sighs slightly and looks over at the girl. "Sorry, I'm not big for nervous people around me. Now take a deep breath, I doubt you'll get a master who will beat you to death. This place is far to classy for that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:18:58</strong>
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				Luna opens her eyes again as she hears the girl speak to her. "It's okay" She takes a deep breath and her heart slowly stops racing. "So its true I'm a slave here to be bought ?" Luna couldn't believe it at first. that is the true reason she was nervous not because she was scared someone would beat her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:24:54</strong>
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				Lynnie nods slightly. "Yep, this is my," Holds up fingers and counts, "four sale. My previous owner's didn't like me really. Something about not getting want they want from me." She shurgs slightly as she leans against the bars. Her eyes closed slightly as she looked up at the ceiling. "I doubt it is just us two that are being sold. Soon we will have more."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:29:23</strong>
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				Glass of whiskey in hand and haughty expression upon his face, James slowly walks into the main ballroom though the Member's Only entrance. Taking a slow sip from his drink, he stops often to quickly chat with the many men and women whom he knows. Though somewhat younger than the average age group of members here at the Crescent Moon, he had business dealings with many of them and was quite close to others. James had been invited to join the club only a few short months ago, and this was the first time his visit had coincided with an auction. He was quite interested to see how the whole thing took place, and whether there was anything worth actually buying here.<br><br>Making his way over towards the cages, he strolled past them, giving the occupants only a cursory glance. Finding a comfortable seat a little set back from the viewing area, he took out a a section of the Wall Street Journal and began reading from it. In reality, his eyes were actually taking quite the interest in the occupants of the cages. He had no plans to actually buy anything right away, but was not against getting an early preview of the goods before actual bidding took place later that evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:33:13</strong>
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				Lynnie opens an eye watching the man with newspaper. Her left ear flicked at the sound of the crinkling paper. Her nature of wanting to play with it start to take over. She growled softly at herself as her tail flicked causing the bell on her tail to make a soft jingling sound. She wanted out of this cage to play, she hated being locked up. One of the main reasons, no master or mistress kept her for long. They wanted something cute to serve them tea and they got a cute girl who wanted to sleep in the sun and play with yarn. She crawled over to the other cage and stuck her hand through trying to get the other girl's attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:41:02</strong>
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				Luna was surprised that the other girl had been through this three times already and this would make her forth. Luna felt kinda sorry for her but didn't show it. She move against the bars Her long brown hair swaying out of them. Streaks of Purple in her hair slowly starting to fade as she was becoming more and more unafraid. "More hhmm so it is like a big event okay now i understand" Luna Says to her self laying her head against the bars. <br><br>Her eyes sparking with a hint of purple in them and her skin was a light shade of purple but was slowly fading. She then noticed the man walk in and walk past the cages her body stiffened for a quick moment and then relaxed when he walked away. She leaned back against the cage and watched him open his paper wondering what he was reading. she loved to read well not really read but have things read to her since she never really learnt how to read. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:43:16</strong>
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				Lynnie mewed softly as she tried to get her attention again. She reached her arm into the cage as far as she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:44:00</strong>
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				Kuroi walked in the place was classy he'll give them that but it was to classy. He walked and sat down on a chair looking around, he really didnt want to be here but after being alone for 15 years with people screaming and running form him, you get kind of desperate. He sighed as he leaned forward somewhat disgusted with himself for even considering this. He anted to free them, but then came the usuall, guns, screaming, Killing, running and then, loneliness once again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:46:07</strong>
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				Luna noticed something out of the corner of her eye and turned it and saw the girl trying to get her attention and she turned tilting her head and looked at her "yes?" she asked her in a quiet voice as to not be heard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:47:45</strong>
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				Lynnie pressed herself to the bars and whispered. "I need a distraction, that man's paper is starting to drive me batty. Its crinkling and I want to pounce on it. Please, help?" She flicked her tail rapidly filling the quiet chamber with the sound of bells.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 07:58:28</strong>
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				Luna had noticed the other man that walked in and it had made her quiet nervous but right now she needed to focus. She closed her eyes and her hair started to grow and turn purple and she grew white feathery looking cat ears and a purple striped tail and when she opened her eyes they were a beautiful shade of purple. Her body slowly started to change color into a purple shade with dark stripes leaving her chest bare it was outlined in purple in the shape of a heart as her dress covered it though. Luna started to sing a song her mom sung to her to get her to sleep when she was a child.<br><br>" is this helping" she asked in a soft voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:00:47</strong>
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				Lynnie nodded softly as she batted at Luna's hair hoping to keep distracted long enough until the auction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:05:53</strong>
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				Luna smiled as she tilted her head looking at the girl and asked. "is there anything in perticular that would distract you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:06:23</strong>
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				Kuroi noticed at the neko ho was batting at her hair, she seemed full of energy and it made him smile but that smile disapered when he reminded himself where he was at. He sighed but couldn't help but look at her occasionally. He emited an wild aura but it was meant to soothe and relax others as fi he was saying. "<em>I'm not here to hurt you</em>." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Wolfie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:07:11</strong>
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				Walking in behind her father, with a smirk upon her face, Rayne looked around the country club, making smart remarks under her breathe, like, "The one back home is so much better than this one." or "These people need to learn how to actual decorate something." as her father and her entered through the members only entrance. She just joined a few days ago, but her father has been a member for several decades now. <br><br>As her father stopped to talk to a few other members, Rayne snuck off to the cages, to look at the selection they had. Her father was buying her a slave for her birthday. She walked along the cages, eyeing everyone of them slowly, a smirk upon her lips, her eyes gleaming with some darkness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:08:26</strong>
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				Lynnie giggled softly. "I like to play with hair. Can I braid yours pretty please?" She pout as she bounced slightly on her knees. She blinked at a sudden voice in her head. She looked around as if something only she could see what flying around her. She kept mewing softly as she looked for the voice's owner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:14:36</strong>
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				Kuroi noticed her reaction when he thought that..did he have physic powers? "<em>Dont worry i think im speaking to you with my mind...think something if you can hear me.</em> he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:16:16</strong>
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				Luna smiled "oh i love for others to mess with my hair that would be fun." She replies as she turns around releasing her hair from the make shift knot it flowed to the floor between the bars . A light purring sound could be heard coming from deep with in her throat as she leaned against the bars excited about having her hair braided.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:19:15</strong>
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				Lynnie shook her head slightly and then started to run her fingers through the girl's hair. She heard the voice once again. <em>"Hello strange little voice inside my head! Its so nice to have a friend!"</em> She had this weird little grin on her face as if she had a little secret from the rest of the world as she started putting little braids into the other girl's hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:23:51</strong>
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				Kuroi was amazed with himself, <em>"Holy shit I have physic powers."</em> He thought but then relized the connection was still there. "<em>Oh sorry anyway you see the guy with white hair and a wolf like look to him?</em>" he asked her. "<em><em>Thats me...unfortunately</em></em>." he thought to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:24:40</strong>
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				Luna smiles as she closes her eyes and starts to drift off to sleep as the other girl is braiding her hair someone playing with her hair or rubbing her head always put her to sleep. Her purring slowly ceases as she fell asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:27:37</strong>
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				Lynnie smiled once all the hair she could reach was braided. <em>"Voicey voice talk more!"</em> Noticing the girl was asleep she placed her tattered blanket behind the girl's head as she dragged her little black cat plushy. She sat at the door of the cage. She looked for the person the voice described. She smiled when she saw him then blinked. <em>"Wolfie man no eat me right?"</em> Her voice was almost childlike in asking as she tilted her head one of her ears flicking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:31:10</strong>
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				Kuroi nodded. "<em>No wolfie man no eat anybody, look as much as I hate to admit it but im thinking about buying you when the auction starts. And when I say I hate to admit it is because i dont want to buy you for the fact that you deserve to be free, only reason why im here is because I just want some company...that is all.</em>" he thought sadly as he looked down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:32:30</strong>
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				Lynnie mewed at him from inside her cage. She hated having to someone sad. She mewed at him again. <em>"Come talk to me. I nice nice kitty. Wolfie man have big windows that let in sun?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:37:02</strong>
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				Kuroi nodded as he walked up to her cage. "Yes wolfie man has house with windows that lets in sun." he spoke softly to her like a gentle wind. "I just feel bad you know? And im going to tell you right now Im a werewolf so no one wants to have anything to do with me." he said silently. He figured may as well tell her now instead of her freaking out later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:40:21</strong>
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				Lynnie looked up at him and held up the plushie. "Can Makoto come too, Wolfie Man?" She had figured out he was a werewolf but she didn't mind as long as he didn't eat her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:43:12</strong>
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				Kuroi raised a brow. " Makoto?" he asked her but smiled warmly. "And by the way its kuroi, not wolfie man." he said chuckling softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:45:38</strong>
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				Lynnie giggled holding up the plushie. "This is Makoto! I is Lynnie Trillum." She titled her head at his name then twitched her ears trying to memorize the name. "K-Kuroi?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:50:02</strong>
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				Kuroi smiled warmly at her again. "Of course she can come..." he said. He nodded. "Yes Kuroi Awai, Its Japanese for Black light, and that name is given because of my fur when I turn, its shiny yet its colored pitch black." He said warmly to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:55:22</strong>
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				Lynnie tilted her head her white hair covering Makoto slightly. "Will I have to call you Master Kuroi?" She reached out a hand at him.<br><br>A guard sent there to make sure the slaves didn't touch the County Club's members weren't touched by the products. He hit the bars of the cage as he looked to Lynnie. "Be good." He said in a stern voice.<br><br>Lynnie mewed and pulled her hand back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 08:58:36</strong>
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				Kuroi looked at the guard and started at him but he turned to face Lynnie again. "Dont worry about him, you'll be out soon, and no you wont have to call me master unless you want to." he said reassuringly to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:01:25</strong>
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				She tilted her head pointing to the other cages. "Why me when the others haven't shown up yet?" She nuzzled Makoto. She was thankful throughout everything she has managed to keep him with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:05:15</strong>
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				Kuroi shrugged. "Because you seem the most playful and the most energetic...I dont want a sex slave or someone to obey my every command, I just want someone to talk to, someone who wont be afraid of me." he said to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:10:12</strong>
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				Lynnie nodded smiling softly. "Makoto makes good friend too!" She smiled brightly. "We good friends!" She wrinkled her nose as she sneezed softly. "Makoto! You made me sneeze!" She started trying to tickle the plushie before realizing she was not alone. She giggled and made a nervous looking face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:13:26</strong>
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				Kuroi smiled at her. "That's cute." he said to her. "And that's what I would like. Someone who isnt afraid off being themselves, it makes for a interesting conversation." He said to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:19:03</strong>
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				Lynnie smiled at him as she handed him Makoto. "Here, Makoto can keep you company while you wait." She smiled brightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:21:08</strong>
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				Kuroi took the plushie and held it very gently. "Alright, but wait for what?" He asked her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:22:51</strong>
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				Lynnie points to the stage. "Till they drag me out of here and sell me to the highest bidder."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:24:55</strong>
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				Kuroi nodded. "Then I'll have to make sure that Im the highest bidder." he said determined.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:25:38</strong>
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				Lynnie mews softly as she smiled at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:26:59</strong>
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				Kuroi smiled at her. "And if that dont work I'll find a way to bust you out of here." He whispered to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Wolfie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 12:26:26</strong>
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				Rayne grumbled lightly under her breathe, as she looked around. Time was going by way to slow for her. She was spoiled, so she was used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted. Which also meant, not waiting. She decided to walk along the cages again, looking at the pets. Slave, in her mind, was a word that shouldn't be allowed to be used. <br><br>She sighed, closing her eyes some. "<em>Can't this go by any faster?" </em> she asked herself, as she opened her eyes again, jsut slowly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yrhill</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 13:14:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Before the "party" she was stripped to her underwear. She was given the things she needed to clean up. Her handler made sure all the items were retrieved from her before she and the others were put on display.<br><br>Kaylee sat on the floor of their cage with her arms wrapped around her knees. Her eyes taking in everything going on around her. She was listening to the conversations around her. The ones between the guest were not very intresting. "So and so dropped 20 points in the markets... This company is researching such and such... blah, blah, blah."&nbsp; <br>It was much more intresting to listen to the people who came to talk to the slaves.&nbsp; She sat there watching. The guards around the cages all looked quite competent, no slackers there to take advantage of. Too competent to make a run for it. Her best bet would be after someone&nbsp; purchased her.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 17:00:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shuffling through the pages of his newspaper, his eyes glanced up occasionally as a new slave or club member entered the room. He knew most of them by sight, but hadn't actually met any of them. The young goth girl parading around in a huff raised one of his eyebrows in wonderment. James hadn't been aware of a member quite so young. Was her money self-made? An inheritance perhaps? Many of the members he'd learned hadn't worked a day in their life. Their wealth was family made and passed on to them to use up as they saw fit. Though it seemed a dull and boring life, he really didn't have issues with it. No matter how a person came into wealth, it still give them membership here. Going back to his paper, he convinced himself to wait out the auction a bit longer. He hadn't seen a lot that really interested him, but there was still some time left for new slaves to be brought in and displayed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 17:47:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna slowly starts to wake up her eyes opening as she had changed back into her human form. She realized there was something behind her head and lifted up pulling it out and seeing it was the other girls blanket she was grateful. When she looked over at the other girl she noticed she was talking to one of the men in the room and she lowered her head. She then looked around as she saw another slave had entered and had realized that the other girl was right they weren't going to be the only two sold here tonight. She wondered who might want to buy her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 18:14:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I hope I didn't mod too badly with the guard here. I figured he'd be a great way to introduce Katie to the scene and show a little peek of her personality. Forgive me. I tend to make reeeeeally long posts. *takes her OOC to the OOC thread now that this disclaimer is made*</em> <br><br>The guard brought Katie in through a small doorway that opened directly behind the cage. His grip was firm, but painless, on her elbow as he guided her the half-dozen steps through open room to the confines of bars once again; he doubted this one would try to run. She barely lifted her feet to walk and he had no idea how she saw where she was going from behind all that crazed hair falling over her face.<br><br>He deftly twisted a series of keys in the lock on the back wall of the cage. <em>Now</em> the girl decided to balk, realizing apparently that confinement was coming again. She actually almost twisted away from his grasp while he was busy with his keyring, silently and gracefully wrenching her arm nearly out of the socket to get away.<br><br>"Where would you go?" The guard whispered to her as he grabbed her arm again, trying not to pinch her but seeing little other choice in the matter. He exaggerated jerking her upright, as if she slipped on accident, and leaned in to hiss in her ear. "You behave! I've seen dozens of girls come through here. You want to have it easy, you play nice!"<br><br>She made no reply as he shoved her roughly into the cage. The bars overhead were barely tall enough for her to stand upright; if she hadn't been hugging herself so tightly she could have touched all four walls by outstreching herself and turning in a slow circle. The room was nothing but cold light and bare color. After nearly three days in dark vans, dark rooms, dark alleys, this was too much all at once. <br><br>She didn't hear the lock snick back into place. All she heard was her own heartbeat and her breath tearing through her lungs. The marble of the cage floor sent leaden chills up her legs. Didn't rich people know about heat? The air was cool on her bare skin. Plain little cotton panties and a ragged bra were little protection for her slim frame. <br><br>Katie made some sort of sense of her surroundings, at least enough to pick the corner of the cage farthest from the others wandering freely in the room. She staggered blindly backwards, her hair draping over her shoulders and face as she slid down to curl her legs beneath her. She hid her face in her hands and tried to hold very still, counting the seconds it took to inhale. Exhale. Inhale...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 18:30:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glancing up from his paper once again as a new slave was brought in, James's eyebrow rose slightly as he stared at the new arrival. <em>Well know, this one certainly has some potential</em> he thought to himself. Young and petite, scared and innocent looking. She didn't have the look of a slave who'd been through the system a few times. Which was someting he did not want at all. Oh no, he wanted a fresh slave, someone never up on the block before, and this one certainly had the potential to be that one.<br><br>Shuffling his paper a bit again, his eyes stared at the new arrival, taking in her lack of clothing, and noticing how what little she wore covered hardly anything at all. A slow smile spread briefly across his lips. This certainly had potential indeed. He was quite interested to see what the bidding would start at, and how much money he'd have to put forth to purchase this one here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 19:09:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jax was holding his guitar and looking out from the crowd waiting on the auction to began he didn't do this for sport or leisure he did it as a hobby. Dressed in a white black Muscle t and some black shorts he kept his hair straight back with glass covering his eyes. He had got the word form a few friends of his and he thought maybe he would find something new to have around the house. So he was drinking some water that he had brought with him. Just waiting till it began so he can see just the different types of characters they had managed to find? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 19:47:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie smiled at him and relaxed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 20:32:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi smiled back at her. But looked around. "So when does this thing start?" He asked her. He wanted to take her and get the hell outta here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Wolfie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 20:41:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glancing at the cages, she still hasn't found anything that sparked her attention. She was getting rather..impatient. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 21:00:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking his eyes off the one slave, he started to look around at the other members. They all seemed to be here for the auction, and James was curious as to what their tastes might be. What type of slaves would the members really want? His eyes were drawn to a girl dressed up in some of the latest gothic wear. She seemed a bit pensive and ansy, as if she really didn't want to be here. His thoughts wandered over what type of slave the girl might want, and just what the young member would do to a slave under her ownership.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Wolfie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 21:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shudders feeling someone watch her, she didn't look over to the person, just kept looking up and done the cages. She didn't really know what she was looking for, but she would know when she found it, because her attention would be drawn to that, and that alone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 21:40:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie shivered and pressed her spine as tightly to the bars at the back of the cage as she could. Hiding would get her nowhere. Perhaps instincts forced her mind to begin forming practical thoughts; she had to get a good idea of her current situation and figure out how she'd get out of here.<br><br>Dropping the old, "If I can't see you, you can't see me!" defense, the girl peeked from behind her hands at the brilliant room around her. She was careful not to move too much, not to draw notice to herself. She apraised the other cages nearby; a few seemed vacant, others occupied with poor creatures like herself in various states of agitation or resignment. She quickly dismissed the other slaves. They couldn't help her.<br><br>She took her time looking over the free people in the huge chamber. Was this really happening? Was one of these "masters" really planning to buy her, to use her however they wished? How the hell had she gotten into this?!<br><br>Her eyes alighted first on a lonesome-looking figure. She couldn't quite make out his features from so far away, but something was.. odd about him. His posture wasn't immediately threatening, so she mentally filed him away and moved on. <br><br>Next, she spotted a young lady. Katie's stomach churned. The girl looked hungry, somehow, or perhaps even cruel. Everything about the young woman screamed, "I'm ready for a new toy, NOW," at least in Katie's limited experience. What kind of owner would she be? She shivered again, almost losing her self-control, and tried not to think about the girl any longer.<br><br>She barely found the nerve to keep up her careful investigation. She knew what "slave" meant, but didn't know they still existed in modern times. What kind of people were these, who had enough money to buy another person? Would they acknowledge the value of the life they now "owned" and treat their property well? Katie couldn't imagine what kind of service she could offer an owner, since she could barely even keep her own little room clean back home. The possibility of being a sex slave never crossed her mind.<br><br>She shook her head almost imperceptibly, trying to clear her thoughts. Another man had entered the room; he seemed very casual, almost bored. Was he really here to buy a human toy? She eyed his long hair and sunglasses. What was hidden behind the dark lenses?<br><br>The girl shifted her weight a little and tried to fight down her rising panic. She finally noticed *him* lounging in a chair, scanning a newspaper like a businessman merely burning time, perhaps waiting for a late flight to arrive. He seemed normal enough. Maybe he was just looking for a bit of company here? She tried to control her breath again, concentrating on slow, steady, deep inhalations and exhalations. She hid behind the heavy fringe of her hair and fixed her eyes on the man. Maybe she would be lucky, and he would be "the one."<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 21:50:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reaching up to run a hand through his hair, James shook his head in irritation. There never seemed to be anything good in the news lately. The stock market could certainly be performing a bit better, although there was no threat to his business holdings. It would just mean less profits this year was all. <br><br>Tucking the paper away, he drew out a magazine laying on the table before him, taking a moment to take a sip of his whiskey. As he did so, his eyes gazed back towards the rows of cages, and the one slave inside who'd caught his eye earlier. She seemed slightly less afraid, taking the time to actually look at her surroundings rather than simply hide from them. That showed at least a little bit of courage, the hint of a backbone, visible even under the most terrifying of conditions.<br><br>Sitting back with his magazine, he waved over one of the many servants nearby. A few whispered requests and the servant was on his way towards the auctioneer's quarters. Often times he'd heard, slaves ready to be sold came with dossiers containing previous life information and facts about them. Medical, schooling, useful skills, all meticulously researched before the slaves were brought up for sale. Normally such dossiers weren't available until the sale was final. James was hoping his little bribe, brought by the servant, would enable him an earlier look and help him decide for sure whether this one would be a suitable purchase for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 22:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna Slowly moved to the front of her cage now. Her hands on the steel floor of the cage as she looked around at the men that gathered around in the awaiting room. She smiled a innocent smile as she looked from one to the other seeing each one was different as was each one of the slaves here tonight. Luna saw a man walk in with a guitar in hand and her eyes got wide she loved music. She loved to sing and dance and listen to music. When Luna saw him she had some what hoped he would be the one to take her but on the other hand she dint like the fact of being owned.<br><br>Luna then moved her eyes to look around the room it was a beautiful room and elegant at that she wondered what would happen at the auction while they were on stage. If they would have to preform in some kind of way or something similar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yrhill</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 03:01:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching how the others in the cages act, Kaylee realizes some have done this before. A shiver runs thru her that has nothing to to with the cool marble she sits on. She sees how the "Guests" look at her and the others in the cages and gauge how much they are worth to them and to others in the room. She doesn't like the waiting to find out what fate has dealt her this time. <br>She is getting angry again at herself, for being stupid enough to walk into this, for being looked over like she is meat at a butchers block, for not seeing a way to escape and knowing the odds really are against her this time.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:27:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie shurgged at Kuroi. "Me dunno. I just sit in cage till told to get out." She looked up at him. She liked the way he treated her. She sniffed the air around him and decided she liked this smell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:30:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna then lowered her head as she shook it no she didn't want to be owned by anyone she wanted to be free that was the main reason she had run before. Why ,why was this happening to her she wanted to cry but held it in she wish she had could hide from everything disappear out of this world away from this evil away from the people that wanted to hurt her. Her hair slowly started to change again along with the color of her skin as she started to shake oh lord not again she was going to have a attack right here in front of everyone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:32:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi nodded. "I see. well dont worry much." he said to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:35:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie looks up at him and mews happily. She grabbed the bars infront of her, her white tail twiched making her bells jingle. "I make noise when I move."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:37:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi smiled at her even more. "Wow so you do." he said warmly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:42:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie nods giggling. "Yep yep. I jingle!" She flicks her tail.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi nodded. "I like the jingle." He said to her warmly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:44:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie smiles brightly and giggles. "I want this to start. I want play with the wolfy man!" She points at Kuroi and giggles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:45:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi chuckled. He didnt mind the name she gave him he kind of liked it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie smiled then noticed a man in a formal tux and flattened her ears. "Thats the salesman! He gonna put us put for sale."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:47:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				James was running late, an unfortunately circumstance that had been happening more frequently lately than he liked.&nbsp; The auctioneer of the sale (case in point he provided certain drugs free of charge or record to the club) had dropped him a note that there would be a neko for sale this time around and that had perked his interest.<br><br>He hopped out of the limo, snagging a pair of briefcases.&nbsp; One held the necessary cash for the sale and the other medicines that the club owner had indicated that they'd be needing.&nbsp; He paused at the administrative offices long enough to leave the second briefcase with a trusted colliege before heading over to where the auction would no doubt be taking place.<br><br>"Rum and coke."&nbsp; &nbsp;He ordered from the bartender, smiling in reassurance to the well dressed and well heeled woman.&nbsp; Drink in hand, he wandered into the lounge with the other buyers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:47:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zayne Evros would make his entrace, into the country club, though nothing flashy. He was just not the type to be so. Instead he entered with a white tux, and his hair combed back, eyes taking in the scene. He watched the auction, waiting his turn to bid. A smile would cross those thin lips as he watched the women, they were things that would surely make a good char. But then again who knew if there was a chance of finding the right one to keep around for more then just play. His skin the tan of a man whom worked in the sun, yet also pale, given his recent workings in the inddors during the day. He had been a farmers son, now those toned muscles, were used in other ways, and his fingers, very accomidating to the right girl. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:48:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi nodded as he steped back a bit. "Ill get yo out dont worry!" he said to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:51:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Raiga sat within his cage, looking out at the prospective owners. Each one that passed made him a bit bored to see them. He didn't see any that he wanted to be with, nor any that he would submit too. He continued to watch and wait, wondering what kind of owner would pick him. He hoped that she would be nice to him, maybe not to demanding either. He sighed, and continued to watch, simply waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:53:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie looked seeing new potential owners and mews. <br><br>Toshiru walked to the stage smiling now at the members of the club. "Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen. You have been invited here to sample one of our more secertive auctions. Please feel free to look at the cages and talk to the products. Surely everyone here will find something they are looking for. The auction will begin soon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Wolfie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:53:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly, Rayne's attention jerked towards the cages. Her attention was sparked by something, and she couldn't quite place her finger on it. As she scanned the cages, her eyes locked onto what attracted her attention. <br><br>She walked up to the cage of the male slave, tilting her head slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:55:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi nodded. "Ive already been doing that." He said to them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:57:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Raiga looked through the bars of his cage, looking at the woman that seemed to have been attracted to him. She was..interesting. He looked into her eyes. "Hello." Raiga said gently to the woman, his eyes seeing the spark of interest in hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54070.msg2502848#msg2502848">Quote from: Lynnie on 01-12-2009, 05:53:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lynnie looked seeing new potential owners and mews. <br><br>Toshiru walked to the stage smiling now at the members of the club. "Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen. You have been invited here to sample one of our more secertive auctions. Please feel free to look at the cages and talk to the products. Surely everyone here will find something they are looking for. The auction will begin soon."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>With that, James rose to his feet and walked over to take a good look at the contents of the cage.&nbsp; He barely spared each cage a glance before coming to stop at the one Lynnie was waiting in.&nbsp; He smiled at her, speaking to her as if she was the only one there.&nbsp; "Hello, my dear."&nbsp; He said in that polished baritone of his.&nbsp; "I do believe that you're exactly what I'm looking for."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:00:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi looked at him, He didnt like him one bit... "Im sorry my good sir but she wishes to come with me unless she changes her mind." he said sternly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna lifted her head in a jerk as her eyes were a deep purple and her skin the same color her hair had also grown and changed to a purple color. Her hands gripped at the bars as her white Feathery cat ears protruded from her head and her long fluffy purple and white tail appeared. A loud growl came from inside her belly as she was starving and her heart racing as she looking around licking her lips. She watched all of the people in front of her and it was as if they were looking for other slaves and nothing like her and she understood why it was as if she was alone. She wanted to scream but all that came out was a loud purring sound.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Wolfie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:02:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly, as she looked at the man in the cage. "Hello, what's your name?" she asked in a soft tone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:02:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh really?"&nbsp; He didn't sound phased a bit.&nbsp; "I do believe that money decides who she goes with."&nbsp; He smiled charmingly at the other man.&nbsp; He paused to take a sip of his drink before walking away from the cage to take another look around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:03:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie looks up at the two and mews confused and a bit scared. She didn't realize how tall they both were. She flicked her tail nervously causing the bells to jingle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:04:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi sighed. "Dont worry I have enough money to get you out...it may not look it but I am very wealthy." he said to her. "besides I'll go with plan B if plan a dont work" he whispered to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:08:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54070.msg2502893#msg2502893">Quote from: Litrori Wrapped on 01-12-2009, 06:01:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Luna lifted her head in a jerk as her eyes were a deep purple and her skin the same color her hair had also grown and changed to a purple color. Her hands gripped at the bars as her white Feathery cat ears protruded from her head and her long fluffy purple and white tail appeared. A loud growl came from inside her belly as she was starving and her heart racing as she looking around licking her lips. She watched all of the people in front of her and it was as if they were looking for other slaves and nothing like her and she understood why it was as if she was alone. She wanted to scream but all that came out was a loud purring sound.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Perhaps it was the growling of her stomach that caught his attention, or simply fate that drew him to her cage.&nbsp; &nbsp;He paused at the side of the cage then knelt down next to it.&nbsp; "Come here, my dear."&nbsp; He shifting his drink to the hand that had the briefcase then reached out carefully to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie looked to her new found friend's cage as the man who tried to talk to her talked to her friend. She smiled hoping he would be nice to her as she moved back towards Kuroi mewing softly up at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:10:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54070.msg2502897#msg2502897">Quote from: AdaireTheFallen on 01-12-2009, 06:02:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She smiled softly, as she looked at the man in the cage. "Hello, what's your name?" she asked in a soft tone.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Raiga." He said with a soft smile. He looked at the lady curiously. "What's your name, Ms?" Raiga asked her with a soft smile. He was interested in this woman..he wondered if she would buy him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Wolfie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:12:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rayne smiled softly. "Rayne." she said, before looking around the cage. "Bet you hate in there, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:12:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hair seemed to move as he moved through the cages looking for a female slave, perhaps not one taken by those whom seemed more interested in certain ones. The buying always went up, and while he was certain he could keep up, he was not in for the fight. Had enough of assholes in his life and did not need more. His toned form walked by, too bad there was no kitsunes, he was a fan. They were as rare as nekos in the market, but that did not mean a nice lean asian girl would not do aswell. He looked, caring not who was already looking at certain ones, his large frame would do enough to block sights out as he went to a few. " Answer me one question, which one of you knows the truth to this show?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:13:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi smiled at her. "Well that takes care of that fiasco." he said to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:15:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54070.msg2502965#msg2502965">Quote from: AdaireTheFallen on 01-12-2009, 06:12:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rayne smiled softly. "Rayne." she said, before looking around the cage. "Bet you hate in there, huh?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Raiga smiled to Rayne. "Hmm..that's a nice name." Raiga said with a smile. At her question, he only nodded. "..Yes...I do..Why don't you..let me out?" Raiga asked her with an innocent smile. "..I'll do anything you ask..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:15:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie looked up at him. "Us kitties are rare. I no surprised there isn't more wanting us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:17:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi nodded. "Yeah but thats good also because it increases your chances of you getting outta here." He said to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:18:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna looked at him shaking a bit but she moved closer to him crawling on the bottom on the cold cage her eyes looking up at him her eyes sparkling in the light. "Yes."she asked in a soft purr her voice barely able to be heard over the rumbling of her stomach she was kinda happy someone had came up to speak with her. At first she thought they would all pass her by.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie nodded. "It also means you may not get me. But keep Makoto if you don't. She will be your friend." She motioned for him to kneel down close to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:21:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54070.msg2502992#msg2502992">Quote from: Litrori Wrapped on 01-12-2009, 06:18:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Luna looked at him shaking a bit but she moved closer to him crawling on the bottom on the cold cage her eyes looking up at him her eyes sparkling in the light. "Yes."she asked in a soft purr her voice barely able to be heard over the rumbling of her stomach she was kinda happy someone had came up to speak with her. At first she thought they would all pass her by.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>James carefully reached out and stroked her fur gently.&nbsp; There was an electricity about her that it seemed the others had missed.&nbsp; "I think that you'll be going home with me tonight."&nbsp; &nbsp;He said softly, trying to rub behind her ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:24:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi nodded and did what she asked him to do. "What are you talking about im paying your way out of here." He said to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Wolfie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rayne shook her head sadly. "I would, but I can't. My father would kill me, because it would bring a bad name to his company, but how about, I'll buy you, and you can come live me with me? You'll like where I live. Alot of room, yard, and no one to tells us what to do." she said, smiling softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:27:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie leaned forward to whisper when a loud gong sound filled the room.<br><br>Toshiru smiled. "Ladies and gentlemen we will start the biding now. Please take your seats and we shall begin."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:29:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54070.msg2503022#msg2503022">Quote from: AdaireTheFallen on 01-12-2009, 06:25:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rayne shook her head sadly. "I would, but I can't. My father would kill me, because it would bring a bad name to his company, but how about, I'll buy you, and you can come live me with me? You'll like where I live. Alot of room, yard, and no one to tells us what to do." she said, smiling softly.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Raiga smiled softly to Rayne. "Sounds nice....I'd love for you to buy me, Rayne." Raiga said to her with a smile. At that moment, a pair of black dog ears and a dog tail popped out of him, and he wagged the tail to show how happy he was with the idea. "I'll live with you, and do <em>whatever</em> you want..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi nodded as he walked away form her a bit but looked at the stage as he put the psychic connection back on. <em>What were you about to tell me?</em> he asked her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:31:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie shook her head at the voice filling her head again. <em>"Just gonna say Makoto is connected to me."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:31:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna Moved closer as he reached out her head against the bars as she bowed it. a loud purring sound was coming from deep with in her now. Her tail lightly swaying back and forth to show her enjoyment of him rubbing her. Her eyes closing some as she a shiver ran up her spine. He was touching her and she wasn't afraid he was the one that should take her home she thought to her self.<br><br>"that would be nice if you will do this more when we get there"for she has not been rubbed in so long and it felt so good it almost made her fall asleep right there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:32:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The announcements rang in her ears. Katie moaned softly and tried to make herself as tiny as possible in the back corner of the cage. She tried to forget about "him," to forget about everyone in the room but herself. She hugged her knees to her chest and hid behind her hair.<br><br>She counted her flying heartbeats as she inhaled. Exhaled. Whoever was stupid enough to pay money for her was going to be ripped off. She'd make sure of it!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:33:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi nodded. <em>Connected how?</em> he asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:33:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54070.msg2503048#msg2503048">Quote from: Litrori Wrapped on 01-12-2009, 06:31:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Luna Moved closer as he reached out her head against the bars as she bowed it. a loud purring sound was coming from deep with in her now. Her tail lightly swaying back and forth to show her enjoyment of him rubbing her. Her eyes closing some as she a shiver ran up her spine. He was touching her and she wasn't afraid he was the one that should take her home she thought to her self.<br><br>"that would be nice if you will do this more when we get there"for she has not been rubbed in so long and it felt so good it almost made her fall asleep right there.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"And so it will be."&nbsp; He rubbed her for a few seconds more then rose to his feet.&nbsp; "I'm James."&nbsp; He said quietly then went to take his seat.&nbsp; He didn't care how much she cost, let the others take whomever they desired, this one was the true prize.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Wolfie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:35:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rayne nodded. "I'll get you out of here, don't worry." she said softly, before scurrying off to find her father.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie smiled as Makoto came to life in his arms and huggled him.<br><br><br>Toshiru spoke into the microphone. "First up we have Raiga. Age 18, a shapeshifter. Rare breeds these are. Shall we start the bidding at 500,000?" As Toshiru spoke Raiga was released from his cage and dragged with a chain to the stage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:37:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Raiga smiled, and waited for her to buy him. He wondered what life would be like, living with such a beautiful woman..he wondered what she would demand of him... "Hmm..This should be..interesting.." Raiga said to himself with a happy smile, still waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Wolfie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:38:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rayne raised her hand. "2,000,000." She knew it was much more than the starting bid, but she has seen things like this, the higher the first bidder bid, the better chance that person had on getting the thing up for auction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:39:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi was surprised but he hugged it back gently as well. <em>now i see</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:40:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled. "We have 2,000,000 for this amazing shapeshifter. Do we have any other bids?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:55:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna watched as he got up and walked away a sad look on her face but he had told her his name so that counted for something right?. She slowly started to smile as she looked at him out in the crowd of people and then to the guy that was getting sold she was surprised at the money he was going for and that was alot .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:59:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He woud bump into a guy making his hand go up, and then look through the cages. His eyes taking in the Nekos, and he came before a few. His eyes those deepest and like looking into clear water. "Hmm," 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:01:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled. "Sold to the lovely young lady in the back." Once the gavel sounded Raiga was taken to his new owner. "Up next we have Luna Mae. She's a shifter from human to neko. She's a rare find gentlemen. Shall we start the bidding at 1 million dollars?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:03:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54070.msg2503169#msg2503169">Quote from: Lynnie on 01-12-2009, 07:01:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Toshiru smiled. "Sold to the lovely young lady in the back." Once the gavel sounded Raiga was taken to his new owner. "Up next we have Luna Mae. She's a shifter from human to neko. She's a rare find gentlemen. Shall we start the bidding at 1 million dollars?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>James held up one hand then spoke firmly.&nbsp; "Ten million."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:05:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled. "We have a bid of 10 mil. Do I have 10.5?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:12:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie couldn't contain the tears that began silently rolling down her cheeks. The bids were terrifying in their casual exchange. So much money! If someone was willing to drop that kind of fortune on owning another, there was no chance in hell this was just some sort of game! <br><br>She was going to be actually, really, sold off to the highest bidder and there was nothing she could do about it. Her grip on her thighs loosened as all the will seemed to flood out of her. All she could do now was wait. Maybe she'd figure something out after all...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:13:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would raise his hand, and then turned as he caught sight of Katie, she seemed very well for his look, but hardly obediant. " 11."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:15:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Twelve million for Luna Mae."&nbsp; He didn't hesistate at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:16:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna's ears perked up as she heard James speak as she started purring again she was getting excited. Her tail swaying back and forth rapidly her hair standing on end as she didn't know what was going to happen. She was signing softly to herself as she looked at him and then to the others in the room her eyes sparkling as she did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:17:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled. "I have twelve from the gentleman in black. Do I hear 12.5?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:21:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Twenty for Luna Mae, sounds good." He spoke as he rose his hand again, still locking eyes with the girl he had seen earlier. Katie, the name on the case said. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:22:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				James rolled his eyes, this was getting truely intolerable.&nbsp; "Twenty five."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:23:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled liking the war going on. "I have 25 from Mr. James. Do I hear 30?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:27:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wasn't really sure what was happening as the bidding wars began to take off in earnest. God, what would happen to her if no one wanted to buy her? Surely they wouldn't just set her back on the street, half a block down from where they picked her up.<br><br>Katie felt eyes on her and for a split second she met the gaze of one of the potential owners. She shrank back behind the thick fall of her hair. It didn't matter. She was going to be a piece of property anyway. Her shoulders shook as she cried even harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:28:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna was starting to get worried because she could tell the one guy was not really interested in her and that James was.He was getting frustrated with the fact the other guy kept bidding oh she hoped he wouldn't give up on her and leave her. she felt as though they had made a connection and well didn't know what she would do if he left her or someone else bought her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:32:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took his eyes off Katie, he did not wish her ill, he was rather intrigued, by her. So he turned his attention to the bidding, and looked to Luna. He passed her a card, it was a normal card. On the back were the words. " Win Big." He smiled and his hand again took air. " 45, and a half."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:33:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				James shrugged, not willing to be outbid.&nbsp; "Fifty."&nbsp; Of course, he was going to be sure to return the favor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:36:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Evros was very intrigued by this mans attachment, was that how it was to be. Perhaps he was interested aswell. His lack of emotions were his way with dealing with the world, and worked. " 55 and a half."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:37:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sixty."&nbsp; James wasn't impressed by the other's rather careless seeming attitude.&nbsp; In fact, it'd simply turned it into a contest to see who was willing to spend the most.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:40:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna had started to shake as she was getting really nervous now as the numbers got higher and she was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen to her brain. as her heart was working over time as she was breathing really fast at the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:47:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took out a small device from his poket, and would place in certain number scemes, then adjusted&nbsp; it to fit back in his coat. "I can go more, but I do belive this man to be a waste of time, he can have her. " And he simply went and got a drink. He would give this man what he wanted, though he could go far more. But then bidding against such arrogance was like an overzealous slave."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:52:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna breathed a sigh of relief as she looked from the man then to James her eyes wide with happiness as she trembled with a bit of joy.Not knowing what to do now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:56:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled. "Sold to James for 60 mil!" Toshiru pointed to the next slave so Luna could be taken to her new owner. "Next we have a cute almost childlike Neko! Lynnie is her name! We will start the bidding at 10 mil for this sweet little thing."<br><br>Lynnie mewed as she walked onto the stage. She shifted her feet slightly as her tail fell beside her as she waited for the bids.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:58:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" 40" Mr' evros would say, looking over to the stage, his drink half done. His eyes would shift to the announcer to Lynnie.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:59:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi sighed. " 45 mil Mil" he called out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:59:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				James rose quietly to his feet, walking to take Luna Mae by the hand.&nbsp; As per normal arrangements, he paid with a combination of cash and check.&nbsp; Once that was accomplished, he'd take her home and introduce her to her new life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:03:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna stood up silently on shaky legs as she hadn't stood in days and well her body was weak from the lack of food. She was very excited to be going to a new place with a man that seemed to be very nice. She took his hand and followed him the silver dress she had been wearing all dusty and dirty and had rips everywhere.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:05:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shook his head, great another damn bid off, this is all he wanted, but why keep giving in, thats how others pushed you around. " 80'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:07:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi yelled out "100" not even fazed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:08:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" 150" He spoke before taking a drink, watching the neko.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:09:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"200" Kuroi said raising a hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie shifted again. She looked to Kuroi and smiled softly. She looked to the other man bidding on her and tilted her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shook his head as the Neko confirmed it, aswell as the bidder, another pair, god was this auction just for this bull, he winked at the Neko. " 3oo"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:12:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"500" Kuroi said He really wanted her to have a good home and not with some guy to use her as his personal toy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:13:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie mewed softly as she flicked her tail. The small bell attached to the ribbon jingled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:15:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" 600 and a half" He smiled at the Neko, and walked up to the stage, lightly looking her over. He tossed a light ball with pink hearts next to her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:16:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"1 billion" Kuroi said flatly. As he held the plushie she gave him gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie mewed as she tried to get the ball but the chain around her neck kept her from getting the ball. She kept tugging on the chain not noticing it was cutting into her skin as she tried to get the ball.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:18:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would move the ball close to her then left the stage. " Im done." And he went for another drink not looking back or caring for that matter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi sighed a bit. he petted the plushie gently hoping anyone wouldn't bid higher.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:21:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie grabs the ball and holds it. She squeezes it to see if it squeaked. She mewed loudly as Toshriu shouted sold.<br><br>Toshiru smiled. 'Next we have Samatha Chambers! A new slave! Who wants her? Bidding starts at 30 million for this fresh new piece of meat!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:23:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi went over hand garbed her hand gently. he pulled out two briefcases each containing 500 mill each and handed it to the seller. "Come on lynnie, its time to show you your new home." he said to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:24:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled. "Up next is Kaylee Brooks! She is a new slave! Fresh but needs training. Lets start her off at 10 million!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:27:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" 100", He would say as he came back with a drink, his hand lightly petting Lynnie. " Enjoy, and have fun." He then waited.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:30:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie mewed softly at the sudden pet on her head. She looked up and smiled softly. "I'm sorry you lost sir." She curstied and waited for her new owner to show her where to go.<br><br><br><br>Toshiru waited a moment for any other bids. "Anyone?" Silence fills the room. "Congratsulation sir! You have this fine new fresh slave for 100 million!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:33:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiles at Lynnie. " Its ok, your going to a good home, all that counts." He smiled. Moves his hand to hand over the money all in gold bars, the sheets on them in the breifcase, with a neko sticker. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:34:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie looked up at him and reached into her little pocket and handed him a small plushie of a neko girl with pink hair and red ears with match tail. "Here! You take Mistaka. She can go home with you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 08:44:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and thanked her with a gentlemanly bow, holding Mistaka close to his heart. " Thank you Lady Lynnie."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 15:29:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Curled up inside her own cage, with only a pair of nearly sheer white panties to cover her, Samantha said nothing as she heard other girls being bidded on.<br><br>Her time would come, and she would be sold just like they were.The amounts being called out so casually amazed her.She didtn want to be a slave, she longed for her freedom, yet her last owner had calmed her, and taught her how much a pair of skilled hands could bring her to orgasm.<br><br>She looked through the bars of her cage, but didnt cover her rising breasts. She feared what would happen to her if she wasnt sold today, and she wanted to be sold, anything to avoid the alternative, whatever that was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 17:54:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie mewed happily and smiled. "You is nice. Maybe Master Kuroi will let you come over so I can return your ball." She holds up ball a few teeth marks cover it from her nomming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 18:11:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi smiled as he walked over to her. "If thats what you want..." He said as he stood behind Lynnie. "But first I have to show you your new home." He said chuckling slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 18:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie giggled and waved at the man holding the ball still as she looked up at Kuroi. "Alrighty Master Kuroi." She smiled brightly hoping to appease the people around her so they didn't make fun of her or pull her tail.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 18:25:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The numbers being thrown out now were completely... <em>insane.</em> Katie wasn't sure precisely what this meant; if someone had a billion dollars to simply throw down on a new "pet," did that mean the new acquisition was an easily-replaced toy? <br><br>She could only hope the monetary value helped add value to the slaves. She couldn't imagine what her life would be like after her "purchase." She could only hope she'd be treated well, like any other item of worth, and not thrown aside like the spent toy of a spoiled rich kid who was used to always having their way.<br><br>There were only a few others left. When would her sale start? She curled around herself once more. Her stomach cramped in anxiety. This had to be a nightmare...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmegamanX</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 18:27:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kuroi smiled and took her hand gently. "Alright lets go." He said to her as he started to walk out of the building.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 18:32:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lynnie smiled as she walked.<br><br><br>Toshiru smiled. "Up next we have Katie! Pretty little thing. We'll start at 15 million for her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 18:36:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaning forward, James set the dossier he was reading to the side. At last, the bidding had reached his ideal subject. <br><br>"I bid 25 million." He said, raising his hand slightly to notify his interest. He wanted this slave, far more than any of the others he'd seen today. Glancing around at the few buyers that were left, his eyes narrowed at what must be done to win this auction. Though he'd wait to see, James was quite willing to cash in some personal favors, as well as discuss the possibility of a trade at some point for the chance to be the first owner of this delicious specimen up on the block.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 18:38:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru looked around for any more bidders. "We have 25 million from James, do we have any other bidders?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 18:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie listened to the bidding with detachment born of survival instincts. They weren't talking about her. There was no way... This was some kind of game. It had to be!<br><br>At least the one pretending to buy her was the newspaper guy. He didn't look like he'd be <em>too</em> bad, or at least didn't outwardly look like some kind of weird pervert.<br><br>Wait. What was she thinking? She almost laughed through her silent tears. Of course he didn't look too bad. Because this wasn't really happening!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 22:50:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"100 million" said Zelic going through the door. He was wearing a dark green suit and dark glasses which he removed when he sat. He took out a small notebook and jotted down a few things. <br><br>He reached into his pocket and took out a palm. He turned it on and looked at it, he had to keep his affairs in check while he was here after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 23:05:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie sincerely thought she was going to throw up now. Her stomach was churning uncontrollably; maybe this is why the handlers hadn't given her anything to eat since last night. Perhaps a wave of violently puking young girls and guys taught the auction house early on that an empty stomach helped sell a product for a higher bid.<br><br>These people were honestly going to do this... They were talking about real money. She'd seen the final transaction from the guy who was eyeing her earlier during the most heated auction. Real money. Real slavery.<br><br>She tried to raise her head to at least get a good look at this other bidder. At the last moment, she lost her courage and hid her eyes again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 23:14:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a slight frown on his face, James glanced over at the new bidder. Who was this person? To just walk in and throw out a bid like that. He'd been here from the start.<br><br>Glancing over towards the auctioneer, James waved his hand slightly to gain their attention. "I bed 110." He says quietly. He was still below allocated expenses, but this newcomer had pushed the bidding far too high, far too quickly. He deserved a careful watching, and perhaps some crafty maneuvering in order for James to manage a win here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 23:18:16</strong>
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				MADELEINE BOULLIER<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MadeleineBoullier_Avatar_01.jpg)<br><br>I'd arrived at the Crescent Moon a few days ago and had combined the trip to the Con with this visit. Having some time to kill before returning home I chose to pamper myself at the spa and health facilities at the club, enjoying steam baths and massages in the mornings, gym workouts in the afternoons and some sun bathing and swims in the pool later on when the heat was less fierce. A few days of utter hedonism had put me in a good mood.<br><br>It was quite fortunate that BDSMCon coincided with the e-mail from the Crescent announcing another sale; if I was successful in the auction here I could take my pet to the convention in a weeks time and parade my new toy around. If I failed to buy then I'd no doubt pick up some delicious slutty little thing while I was there.<br><br>The evening of the auction I came downstairs early, dined sparingly...<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/Boullier_Corset_and_Bustle_Skirt.jpg) (http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq131/renmei_2008/BustleSkirtedGownRear.jpg)<br><br>...and relaxed in the private lounge with my laptop until well into the bidding. I used a link to the Clubs live feed - they used CCTV for security - and being a regular here a small extra charge allowed me to watch the auction's opening from a comfy distance. I wasn't a fan of bidding wars and besides, there was nothing in the cages yet that really caught my eye. I'd had girl sluts the last two years... I had my taste for boys returning and if something very rare and trashy like a young male neko would show up here, I'd give him a once over.<br><br>Then, after several neko-girls and ordinary women had been sold, and one boy-dog I saw something that caught my eye. Shutting my laptop and slipping it into my handbag I rose and made my way through into the auction room. I stopped at the bar which was across one end of the lounge.<br><br><strong>"Bonsoir, Anton, comment ça va?"</strong> I asked the barman.<br><br><strong><em>"Très bien, merci, Madame. Tonight is going well."</em></strong><br><br>I grinned at his American-French. The accent mauled it but it worked. Anton was cute. A pity he was as bent as a nine dollar note.<br><br><strong>"Bon. And Andre? Is he still keeping you up late at night that naughty boy?"</strong><br><br><strong><em>"He is, Madame, as demanding as ever, thank you for asking."</em></strong><br><br><strong>"You should crack the whip a little Anton, put him in his place, I can tell he wants to roll over and have his tummy rubbed, so why do you not, hm?"</strong><br><br>Anton smiled at me and nodded, we both knew his boyfriend liked to bottom, if only Anton would show him a firmer hand.<br><br><strong>"My usual please, Anton. Merci."</strong><br><br>The barman reached behind him to a glass shelf in a recess where a variety of dusty bottles were stacked haphazardly. They all bore custom labels. One had a glued-on strip of paper above it's label with 'Madame Boullier' written on in a slanting masculine scrawl. It was half empty. It had been a good week. Anton poured the golden Jack Daniels into the shot glass to the exact depth I liked. He stopped. I lifted the glass to eye level and tilted it towards him in salute, then with a regal nod, upended it between my blood-red lips. I lowered the glass to the paper napkin again as the fiery heat coursed down my throat. Mmm, nectar. Anton refilled me and dropping him a generous tip and a 'see you later' wink I made my way into the main body of the room and over to the cages.<br><br>There were several familiar faces in the room, people I'd spoken with at auctions before, played cards with, dined with; James Derringer was there - I'd need to talk with him sometime about some more stock movements. I needed a bulk order of those widget things over in London and he could shift some of my stock out to the States. Catching his eye I nodded in his direction. Kuroi was here too, though he seemed to be on the point of leaving, having made an early purchase. James Johnson as well? Useful. I needed to buy some more of that very handy rectal treatment from him, I'd just about run out. I lifted my glass to him and smiled.<br><br>I went past the cages at a distance until I stopped opposite one containing the person - or rather creature - on whom my interest was focussed. I lifted my skirts carefully and sat gracefully down, lounging back on a white leather sofa and crossing my legs with a hiss of nylon while listening to the bidding.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 23:19:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zelic glanced at James and grinned. "150" he said waving his hand to the side. He had checked his accounts and the numbers were rising as other transactions were completed in other parts of the world. He smiled and looked at Katie, and at the cage. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 23:54:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				MADELEINE BOULLIER<br><br>A previous round of bidding had just closed and I saw one of the auctioneer's assistants lead a young woman over to James Johnson. As he took possession and completed his transaction I lifted my face and raised my glass to him with a warm smile.<br><br><strong>"Good evening James, you are looking most well. The weather agrees with you, non? And you have been on a <em>leetel</em> shopping spree! What have you been buying? Ah, yes~"</strong> I smiled at the girl who was now James' property, <strong>"~you're a sweet thing. I hope you like it rough."</strong> I winked at the girl.<br><br>I looked back at James, <strong>"I know this is hardly the place to transact business but have you any of that special rectal treatment drug I bought from you before? I am practically out. You can forward ten canisters to my usual address and take the funds from the standing account, as before. Is that acceptable?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 00:07:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zelic heard them talking as he walked to the bar, hoping to find something of his liking. "James...i've heard that name before..." he tought. He checked his notebook and looked at the man from the corner of his eyes. He grinned and stored the notebook away. Yes, James Jhonson, he had sent a few prototypes of paralyzing drugs to him, wether they had reached him or not he didn't knew. "Raspberry vodka if you have, if it is german it would be even better. Just ice please." he said leaning on the bar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 01:04:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't till much later in the auction that Adonis arrived with the men that had been assigned as his escort. He was not the typical slave that were auctioned off at these events, no he was something far more special then the women that would grace these cages. He was rare beyond measure, a true one of a kind trophy as valuable as a holy relic yet far more useful. The guards lead him to one of the cages andhe sat down, looking out at the gathered crowd, taking faces into their memory as he listened to the bidding war echo in the background. <br><br>As he sat there he reached up and removed the majority of his clothing, wrapping himself ina single white sheet before he laid&nbsp; onto the cage's makeshift bed. He wanted them all to see him, to come and get to know him, and hopefully tonight would be the first night that he served a true master rather then some shadowy corporation. <br><br>"I wish they had given me something to read..." he whispered softly as his legs curled and pointed up toward the cielling. It was boring, and the worst part was due to his incompetent escort they were late and the bidding still seemed to be nowhere close to being done.&nbsp; It was true that some of the patrons might come up to the cage to speak with him or admire him, and he would have appreciated that. Yet it seemed far to late in the auction for people to be making their rounds.<br><br><em>There was nothing to do but sit there and wait...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 01:34:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jax was looking at all of the girls getting bid and he had forgotton the reason why he came for again so he is looking at the people spending quite a good deal and he had about 60 mil on him and it was looking like the auction was about up so if he didn't make a bid right now he probably would lose out so he says"45 mil" hoping that is was good enough for a new pet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 01:52:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zelirc chuckled and walked to Jax, his drink in his hand. He took a sip and smiled, it was still hot, it burned his throath slightly. Just as he remembered it, they did had what he wanted.<br><br>"The current bid is 150 millions" he said sitting down on one of the couches. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:03:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Maybe if I make myself tiny, they won't see me...</em><br><br>The thought snapped into Katie's mind like the fragment of a dream. She almost groaned out loud, her teeth clenched so tighty she was nearly grimacing, as she tried to control herself. Panic ran in insane circles in her skull. <br><br><em>There's no way out of this, dumbass, but if you play it just right, you can get away afterwards.</em><br><br>The tone of this thought was entirely different from the first. It was almost like a grown-up voice, soothing but firm, spoke the words, opposed to a childish whisper of terror and dark dreams. Her stomach began to unknot as she tried to focus on what would happen after the auction. Only meeting her new "owner" would give her a good starting point for her plans of escape. She took one final, incredibly slow and deep, soothing breath.<br><br>She was tough. She could do this. She was smart. She could do this.<br><br>First things first. As soon as she got out of the cage, she really wanted a drink of water, something to eat, and to pee. <br><br>Her eyes widened in surprise and she grinned to herself at the simplicity of these mundane thoughts. <em>This is more like it. I can do this.</em><br><br>Survival instincts would preserve her throughout this ordeal, but she'd definitely be a challenging acquisition for any owner.<br><br>As the bids continued, she made a conscious effort to try to relax her posture a bit. She lowered her legs slowly and leaned her shoulders back against the corner of the cage. She needed to save her energy for what was next.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:12:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zelic noticed Katie move and walked over to the cage to take a better look at her. She seemed quite uncomfortable, he could understand why. He left the drink on the table mostly un touched, and where he could see it clearly. He crouched next to the cage. "Hi." he said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:16:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh ok then when the man answers the question he Yells out "How about we make it 400 million then?" He then gets on his phone and ask i need a money drop off it that could be happening soon so he then hangs up the phone as the man goes to look at the girl. He didn't mind looking at them that is part of the fun after purchase.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:22:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie stared at the man on the other side of the bars. What would she do if she were on his side of things? She swallowed, her saliva dried up to sour dust in her mouth. She was suddenly nervous, even a little panicky again.<br><br>She stalled for time for a moment, trying to gather her bravery to speak. She pulled her hair back from her face and dropped it over her shoulder in a heavy fall, then felt the tingling blush creep over her exposed skin. Her hair offered her no protection, but at least in her mind, it did.<br><br>Finally, she managed a whisper, "Hi." And again, burst into silent tears, hiding her face behind her hands once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:25:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"450 million" said Zelic looking up, he sat beside the cage, his back to it, but not close enough for Katie to grab him. "They could do better cages with what they win on these auctions."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:27:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna looked at the woman that spoke to her. then lowering her eyes she was nervous as she did not know this woman and well it kind of scared her the way she had asked if she liked it rough. Luna looked at the floor switching from one foot to the other as she listened to her master and the woman talk business and well what they were talking kind of worried her. She wanted to speak out but decided not to as her hair flowed around her shoulders and her ears lowered to show her nervousness that she was now feeling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 03:07:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54070.msg2505615#msg2505615">Quote from: Haibane on 01-12-2009, 23:54:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">MADELEINE BOULLIER<br><br>A previous round of bidding had just closed and I saw one of the auctioneer's assistants lead a young woman over to James Johnson. As he took possession and completed his transaction I lifted my face and raised my glass to him with a warm smile.<br><br><strong>"Good evening James, you are looking most well. The weather agrees with you, non? And you have been on a <em>leetel</em> shopping spree! What have you been buying? Ah, yes~"</strong> I smiled at the girl who was now James' property, <strong>"~you're a sweet thing. I hope you like it rough."</strong> I winked at the girl.<br><br>I looked back at James, <strong>"I know this is hardly the place to transact business but have you any of that special rectal treatment drug I bought from you before? I am practically out. You can forward ten canisters to my usual address and take the funds from the standing account, as before. Is that acceptable?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Of course it is, madam."&nbsp; James smiled at her, pausing to withdraw a business card from underneath his suit jacket.&nbsp; "In fact, I've already made the arrangements."&nbsp; He flipped the card over to reveal a handwritten P.O. Box and telephone number.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You'll be able to get what you're needing via this conduit whenever you have need."<br><br>James gave her a polite nod as she took the card from him.&nbsp; "If you'll excuse me, I have pressing matters that require my attention."<br><br>"Come, little one."&nbsp; James put his arm possessive around Luna Mae's waist now that he'd completed the transaction.&nbsp; &nbsp;"It's time to go home."&nbsp; Firmly, he lead her from the room and to the car that was waiting to whisk them away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 03:16:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luna follows him out of the club wrapping her arms around his waist her head resting on his shoulder as they walked. She started to become happy again forgetting what the woman had said about Her liking it rough. She then looked up at her master and her eyes sparkled as she willed her self to stay in the Neko form. She quietly asked him."Master what was that all about if i may ask?" her tail swaying back and forth as they walked .
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 03:20:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie glanced up at the man, her eyes wide with disbelief, and whispered to him, "Better cages? You mean, people could get out of these?" She scrubbed at the tears on her face with her palm and tried to keep her voice very, very low. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 03:30:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm afraid that wouldn't be advisable. You will be put in chains and shackles, this cage is far better." said Zelic, he had seen once an slave that tried to escape. "And if you resist they'll use tasers" he glanced at her. "What i meant is that they could have made more comfortable cages rather than this lousy...'accomodations'." He said the last part with a slight sarcasm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 03:53:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru wiped some sweat from his brow at the sudden vigor in the bidding. "Have we any more?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 04:11:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Muttering softly to himself, James leaned back as the bidding hit sky high levels. This was far more than he had anticipated on spending, and was quite surprised that people could just have this amount of money lying around. Sure the majority of the members here could come up with quite a substantial amount of cash if needed, but some of the numbers being thrown around just seemed crazy.<br><br>It made little matter though, since upon seeing Katie and reading her dossier, James knew he had to have her. Though it meant giving up something something extremly valuable, he hoped it would gain him something worth just as much.<br>"I'm willing to offer up my controlling shares of Google stock. Obviously the market fluctuates and thus the value is never set in stone, but at current trading rates it is probably valued at approximately 500 million dollars."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 04:12:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled. "Sold to James!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 04:42:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He awaited Kaylee, and would hold the plush that Lynnie had given him. Placing it in his pocket, he stood over to the side, his poise one of happiness. He had bought her, and now it was time to see what he had paid for. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yrhill</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 05:07:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kaylee is dizzy with the amounts of money spent and the speed of the auction. If feels like one second&nbsp; she is lead up on stage the next escorted to her "owner".&nbsp; As she defiantly looks at him, her cheeks turn red, she can't help but think that he is young and handsome.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 05:07:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zelic sighed and got up getting away of the cage. "Hope he is a good master." he told Katie. He grabbed his drink and took a sip. He headed back to the couch he was before and waited for the next bid.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 05:12:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled bringing out the next girl. "Now we have Samatha Chambers, a well trained slave. She has manners and would make a great addition to anyhousehold. Shall we start the bed at 10mil?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 05:12:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He would go to Kalee and give her a smile and bow. " If you will follow me, we shall go somewhere more Private." He gives her a wink.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 05:22:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"10mil" said Zelric. He regretted haveing missed that bid over a distraction, but he still was there so he'd try to get a slave. He saw Samantha and smiled. It was indeed a good night after all. He checked the dossier and readied to continue bidding.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 05:25:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With his part in the auction finally finished, James leaned back into the chair, a hand going up to rub across his forehead. He really hoped he knew what he was getting into. His whole controlling stake in Google? For a slave? Was this really worth it? Sadly, at this point it was a moot point. With the auction complete, the selling price was recorded. All he could do now was pay up. Pulling his phone out, he made a quick call to his financial advisor. James honestly thought the man was going to quit when he heard the request. A few choice words and a promise to not spend any more money for awhile smoothed him over luckily.<br><br>With that out of the way, he waved for a steward to come over. He made arrangements to rent out a luxury sweet for the next week. A special one, with a private, lockable suite within the main one. The perfect sort of place to train a new slave. With the arrangements done, he stood up and made his way over to the bar. Glancing at Katie as he passed by, he let a small smile grace his lips. All in due time sweetheart, he thought to himself. She'd be removed from the main room here shortly, and sent up to his suite. There awaited a more private and comfortable cage that she'd reside in until he arrived.<br><br>Upon reaching the bar, he ordered up a simple scotch over ice. Leaning up against the polished wood, James let his eyes roam out over the main gathering area. Taking in the many members, he saw how few were actually interested in the slave auction going on. While most in is immediate area were concerned with it, the hall stretched for a good 100 yards in each direction. Small groups congregated here and there, going about their own business with no care for what occurred in their neck of the woods.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 05:27:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled. "Any other bids on Samatha?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 05:30:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				how about make it 40 mill with a raise of his hand 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 05:33:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"60 mil" said Zelic, raising his hand. He took another sip of his glass.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:17:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katie thought she was going to pass out as the newspaper guy made his final bid. Everything actually did go a little grey and tunnel vision-y... She barely heard the other people in the room speaking and moving around as a sudden rushing sound overwhelmed her hearing.<br><br><em>He.. smiled at me. What an asshole!</em><br><br>She curled up in a tiny ball in the corner of the cage and closed her eyes to wait what for what came next.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:20:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled. "Sold to Zerlic. Up next is Eliana a strange girl. She is in need of training but at least she's hot. Shall we start at 2 million?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:24:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jax was watching as the people were buying the ones they had wanted and he was the only person that had not bought anything today. so when the person calls out two mil he raises "His hand and makes the bid of two mil." He was not to sure if he would have anyone bid against him but just in case he would do it with no problem.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:26:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled as he waited for more bidders if there were any.<br><br>Eliana glared daggers at the men holding her still on the stage. She struggled against them. Her mouth was gagged and her hands bound.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:28:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zerlic walked to the cage and looked at Samantha. He examined her body and waited for someone to take her out of the cage for him. He smiled at her and waited patiently, draining the last of his glass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:30:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With Katie's auction complete, a transport cage was discreetly rolled up behind her display cage and latched too it. The handlers were in charge of transporting the purchased slaves from the auction block to where ever the owners dictated. Katie here wouldn't be going very far at all. Her owner had rented a good sized suite of rooms in the west wing of the country club. Once transported there, she would be placed within a separate cage inside the room, something a big more comfortable than the display ones. It was here that she'd await the arrival of her owner.<br><br>The handlers had to take great care in moving the slaves from one cage to another. While many were often catonic or compliant after an auction, there were many who could be quite combative and aggressive. They had to take the strongest actions to ensure they did not harm the slave in any way. Failure in this could often result in they themselves being sold on the block.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:32:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jax is just looking at the lady bound and gagged on stage. he smiles at how she is looking and acting so he figures what luck he has he gets the fireball of the group but that is ok with him. so he just waits calm and collective. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:33:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"100 mill" he rose a hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:34:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru smiled. "We have 100 million for this little spit fire. Do we have more?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:38:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				when he hears the words of the new bid he says ok lets make it a good 900 mil. with a smile and just a curious taste on his eyes he looks at the other bidder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:42:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One Billion, and a half." He spoke as he spoke in a mater of fact tone. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stands and yells "50 billion." and sits back down. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:49:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zerlic heard the bids and laughed silently. "They seem to like feisty ones." he told to himself, he waited for a call confirming his suite before asking for Samantha to be moved. Maybe if she was compliant, he would take care of that himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:52:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, this one would make a nice freind for his. " One trillion. And the gold Plated hummer limo outside, pink paper is ready."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:52:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In a weird way, something felt like it had been lifted from her shoulders when Katie realized her auction was really and truly complete. However, this did nothing to help relieve her paralyzing sense of dread. <br><br>The handlers arrived with efficient briskness with a transport cage. She did absolutely nothing to help them move her. One of them actually had to climb into her holding cage, scoop her up, and place her in the other container, carefully displaying to everyone present that his hands only touched this near-priceless piece of property where he was forced to.<br><br>She stared without seeing at the new cage. It was half the size of the other one, but lined with something soft, like blankets, thankfully, and she could see out of it as they moved her. This was the first time in three days she was actually aware of her surroundings as she was moved.<br><br>With a new cramp of terror coursing through her, she realized that she had no idea what country she was even in any more. She could be literally anywhere. What the hell would she do when she finally did manage to escape and found herself in some freakish place like the Arctic?!<br><br>She moaned to herself and closed her eyes as the little cage was rolled out of the main room. She didn't even want to see where she was now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 07:11:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew that it might cost him a couple of summer homes and maybe a couple of his islands but nothing that he didn't mind losing. So He Yells out make it 5 trillion and two complete serviced islands wagering about another half milion in interest and profit. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 07:17:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His money was not limitless, but he was well off, she looked like a great buy. He took out the PDA, and looked over some things. 8 trillon, stocks in very profitable orginizations. And a diamond mine in chinthuria, going for five mill in yearly spread.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 07:23:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jax didn't mind the spending of so much money but its was just something that he didn't like about this man. It was just going to be a thing in his side if he let this person have his way. So as he checks his Pda He just smiles and checks how much he could spend jax had no real need for music he could always just take his pet and tour with his band for the next few years so He shouts. Come own pretty Man "making his bid a whopping 150 trillion.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 07:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zelric raised and eyebrow and looked at Jax. "Hope he has a nice hut and a farm to live from, for the slaves sake." he muttered. He went to the bar and asked for another drink, same as before, he asked&nbsp; for a twist of lemon and some cinnamon to be added to it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 07:28:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would think it over, and had made sure the house profited quite well. " Too much for me, I beleive I am out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 12:41:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So much money being offered on her.That amount of money could end poverty in the world, yet they fritter it away as if it was pocket change,60 million dollars for her,she coudlnt even imagine that amount of money in one place.<br><br>She gazed nervously up at her new owner, then away from him as two handlers from the back approached the cage, then&nbsp; twisted her bound arms behind her as the cage door was unlocked and she was helped out.They didnt bruise her skin, but still held her tightly enough so that she couldnt pull free, not that there was anywhere to run to, even if she could bring herself to try.<br><br>She could only obey and hope that her new owner was a kind one who would be patient with her and train her well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 13:10:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				MADELEINE BOULLIER<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MadeleineBoullier_Avatar_01.jpg)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Of course it is, madam. In fact, I've already made the arrangements."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I smiled up at James, it was always such a pleasure doing business with efficient partners, people who knew your needs in advance and were not into asking awkward questions. I took his business card and made it disappear.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You'll be able to get what you're needing via this conduit whenever you have need. If you'll excuse me, I have pressing matters that require my attention."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Merci, Monsieur Johnson, I wish you a pleasant evening..."</strong> I gave the nervous neko beside him a wicked smile. Such a pretty thing... she would soon learn some interesting things.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Come, little one. It's time to go home."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I watched the pair leave before lifting my glass to my lips and draining it. I raised a finger and a waiter was at my side at once. I silently indicated my empty shot glass with a red-painted fingernail and he bowed and removed it.<br><br><strong>"Garçon, before you wiggle off..."</strong> I winked at him, <strong>"...please get one of the auctioneers assistants to bring me the file on <em>that</em>."</strong> My nod indicated that <em>that</em> was the lilac-haired cat-boy curled up under a sheet in the cage opposite me.<br><br>* * * * * *<br><br>A few minutes later a fresh JD sat at my elbow and I was flicking through the dossier on - Adonis? I raised an eyebrow. What a peculiar name for a cat. It was no matter, my property would respond to whatever I called him, or he would soon learn to. I checked the medical report and blood analysis. No slave sold at the Crescent was ever diseased in any way, any little problems with the boys and girls who attracted this much money would do the Club endless harm. No, I was checking for other things; personality traits, history, preferences and of course, dislikes. It was all there. Very efficient of the Crescent to provide these reports, one wondered how they gathered some of the information. It was plain this boy was a veteran, used to abuse and slavery. I preferred that sort; I have become a little jaded with breaking in useless virgin after useless virgin, clueless children all of them. No, Madame Boullier preferred her toys to understand the game and know the rules. All Madame did was spice things up with some extra rules of her own.<br><br>Fortunately the portfolio contained some pictures, some of them rather revealing. I smiled at the measurement data as well, that would be useful for when I needed to adjust the harness...<br><br>I listened to the insane bidding going on. Quite why these people were prepared to bid the equivalent of the GNP of a middle-sized African state just for a fucktoy I would never understand. I had come here with my limit fixed and if it went beyond that, no matter, I would pick something up at the Con next week.<br><br>I got the attention of the auctioneers assistant again. When he stepped over I spoke quietly, <strong>"Please remove that sheet from the cat-boy, bind his wrists behind his back and get him to stand up and face me. I wish to see the goods before I bid."</strong><br><br>The man went over and with the help of a second assistant went into the cage and stripped the sheet off the young man. A few minutes later the nude boy was forced upright at the front of his cage, his wrists bound behind him in leather cuffs. I smiled at the thick hairless manhood on display. <em>Definitely no kitten.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 14:33:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Waits for her to follow, his hand grabbing another glass from a waitress, the other slipping a card for the auctioneer to find him anytime. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 15:41:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Toshiru looked as if I could have a heartattack from the money being spent. "Sold! Jax come and claim your prize."<br><br>Eliana continued to fight against the guards holding her. All she could do was glared and make muffled sounds of complaint and anger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 16:34:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Careful" said Zelric as they bound her up and took her out of the cage, he didin't want her to get bruised or hurt, at least not by other's hand.<br><br>Zelric walked to her and looked at her body. He walked around her once pleased. "My name is Zelric, i'm your new master, can you tell me yours?" he asked. It was more of an order but he wanted to test this slave before deciding where to take her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 17:24:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My name sir, its..its Samantha", she soflty says as she's made to stand before her new master and nervously looks up at him.<br><br>He's nothing like her last master, and walks around her.Introducing himself, she now knows his name, but not what he plans to do with her. Still unable to cover her full breasts, she feels many pairs of eyes on her, especially her new masters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 18:03:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's a nice name, the one who knows how to listen. I wonder if it is truth." he said glancing at her. He grabbed a briefcase and took out a gown. "Do i need you to be bounded to keep you under control?" he asked holding the gown in one of his hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 18:36:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"no master, you dont, I'll be a good slave, and wear the gown", I soflty answer as I cant look away from the gown, its so beautiful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 18:43:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well, i have ways of controlling you if you don't, but it rather not use them now." said Zelric removing the bond and offering her the gown. He waited for her to get it on and looked at her. "Yes it fits you, i'm glad." he said offering her his arm. "Let's go, there are plenty things i want to show you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 20:58:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stands up to walk over to pay and to see his new purchase and smiles as he all ready had everything written out. for the prize he had to have. So he heads over to see and look over his new slave. So he starts to head up to the stage. to look at her knowing that she was a fireball but he had ways to deal with a fireball. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:31:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eliana glared at the man walking towards her. She struggled against the men holding her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:33:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sneezes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 22:34:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bless you" Zelric muttered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 23:03:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the pair of men came into the cage he looked back and sat up at the same time, allowing the sheet around him to fall down, revealing his nude shoulder and a hint of his chest. "Yes, what is it genetlemen?" he asked, though he already knew. One of the patrons wished to see more or speak with him <br><br>They both seemed a little surprised yet they went straight to business, pulling out a pair of leather cuffs as they commanded him. "Someone wants to see more of you. Get up. Youll have your hands bound behind your back and set at the edge of the cage for her viewing pleasure." <br><br>"I see." he said as he hoped up off the sheets. He stood there for a moment before slowly undressing, as if giving a show to whoever was watching him. He had a stunning gracefulness tot he way he moved, handsome as a man, and yet beautiful as an animal. As he faced the way they directed he looked up to the seats, wondering which of the many women were interested in him. Yet he also placed his hands behind his back, allowing them to bind him without a fight. <br><br>As the pair began to leave he looked back toward them and spoke softly. "Gentleman, before you go I would like to request something. Please inform her that if she would like to know more, I would enjoy talking with her." He only heard an annoyed snort in response, an act that told him the request would go unfulfilled. It was a shame, if they had been a bit less lazy he might have been able to find out her identity and study her as she studied him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 23:16:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				MADELEINE BOULLIER<br><br>For a few minutes I merely flicked through the dossier, comparing the photographs to the real thing, turning the dossier sideways at one double spread like a horny teen does with a Playboy centrefold... I smiled. The pictures didn't do this creature justice.<br><br>He had the body of a lean, firm young man but quite incredibly without any hair whatsoever. His thighs gleamed in the spotlights above the cage in the way that only a woman's waxed limbs can. His stomach and chest seemed oiled they glistened so... I ran my tongue along my upper lip a moment.<br><br>He was too pretty not to have. The room was noisy and bustling so his speech wasn't clear but I did catch snippets of his voice. Well educated... somehow. I wondered how a cat-boy, presumably created in some illegal genetics lab somewhere for the purposes of pleasure and corruption would have learned to behave so well. His voice had Harvard tones. This creature wasn't just pretty, he had a mind and an education too.<br><br>I looked again at his sex which dangled semi-hard and thick, long and equally hairless. The boy had no shame at all, even being made to stand nude in a room full of strangers he held his head up and seemed to even be growing in hardness. Curious.<br><br>Finally needing to know more I lay the auctioneers file aside and stood up, lifting my shot glass between dainty fingers and approaching the cage.<br><br><strong>"Good evening,"</strong> I intoned, solemnly, <strong>"You're partly hard. You find it exciting to be bound and nude in a room of strangers?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 23:20:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why thank ye."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 23:28:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				changing into the gown in front of her owner, she couldnt help but smile as it fitted her perfectly, and accentuated her body and curves. Slipping her arm around his, she let him guide her from the auction area and towards what she assumed was his suite here at this place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 23:35:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the woman approached his cage he took note of how she was looking at him. <em>"Perhaps I have found her?"</em> he thought as he listened to her questions. The way she talked and held herself gave him an idea of her nationality, or at the very least, the nation that she lived in most. She was French, there was almost no doubt! "Good evening m'lady. I am Adonis. I would offer to kiss your cheek as the standard greeting of your home, yet these bars make that nearly impossible. Its a shame." <br><br>He took another long look over her, observing her mannerisms as he thought about the question she had asked. "Somewhat, Im aroused by the fact that a new owner may be in this room, watching me, planning what she might like to do to me. It would be a shame if I did not give her every look and angle she desired before getting me in her grasp. I pray that I will not be forced to wait to long before serving her...and yet even if I am not purchased tonight I can go back to a book. Perhaps I'll finish Thus spoke Zarathustra tonight if there are no bids."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 00:03:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zelric leaded her through the hallways to his suite. He turned the doorknob and entered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 00:20:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				MADELEINE BOULLIER<br><br><em>Mon dieu</em>, I wondered if he would ever stop talking, or if <em>le chat lilac</em> had an off switch.<br><br><strong>"Be silent. Kneel. Now."</strong> I stared at him waiting for him to comply.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MadameBoullier_01.jpg)<br><br><strong>"You may have a buyer <em>c'est soir, monsieur chat</em>, but if you disobey, she will lose interest. When you speak to me, you do it always on your knees, and with your knees parted wide, so I can see dangling, the only part of you worth owning."</strong> I downed my third shot of bourbon and lazily passed the glass onto the tray of a passing <em>garçon</em>. Enough.<br><br><strong>"Your file says you have been owned before and that you were... ahh... <em>ce qu'il est...? la génétique...?</em> Genetically - <em>oui</em>? Created at birth, not modified with how you say? Fake...? Or... ah, <em>non, le chirurgie plastique</em>, yes? So, <em>Monsieur chat</em>, what can you do, other than fuck?"</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 00:37:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't hesitate before moving to his knee's and spreading his legs wide before looking up to her, listening to her question. He thought about it for a moment, fucking was why he made it a point to educate himself so thoroughly at the institute. "There is a long story to my education and creation, if you like I can tell you everything from my point of view. As for my skills, I can do a great deal. I am well educated in a variety of fields. My most successful is probably medicine. I can do something small like suture a wound, or even something complex like remove cancerous growths. I also know a great deal about several cultures which makes me an excellent person to consult should you think cultural differences could be a factor in your dealings. I have an education in mechanical science, astrology, biology, architecture, and art. Finally I also speak several languages, many of them fluently"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:15:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				MADELEINE BOULLIER<br><br><strong>"...And at length,"</strong> I finished for him. He was too good to be true, perhaps he was adding to what I had garnered from the file merely to try and hike the price. Yet what purpose would that serve? If a Mistress found he was lying, she would merely flay the skin off his back.<br><br>Perhaps what he said was true?<br><br><strong>"Eef I am buying you, <em>Monsieur Chat</em> and it becomes clear you boast of skills you do not possess I will personally make your existence fairy, fairy short. And fairy nasty. Are we understanding each other?"</strong> I folded my arms and regarded him. He was at least beautiful. That long dangling meat between his legs kept drawing my eye.<br><br><strong>"To be truthful weeth you, I came here tonight looking just for a fucktoy, someone to have fun with, so my bidding price will reflect that."</strong><br><br>Around me other successful buyers were gathering up their purchases and leaving the room. The crowd had thinned considerably. I noticed to my surprise that all the other cages were now empty and <em>le chat lilac</em> was the last slave to be auctioned.<br><br>An idea formed...<br><br>I walked over to the auctioneer and politely waited as he dealt with some business with another buyer. When he was done I spoke privately in his ear, whispering discreetly to make quite sure we were not overheard.<br><br><strong>"<em>Bonsoir</em>, Toshiru-san. Are you well? Good. There is just a single slave remaining to be auctioned this evening. I see no other bidders interested in heem. Please may I suggest that I buy him direct without an auction? Perhaps... let us say... two hundred and fifty thousand? I will of course double the usual auctioneers commission - I would not wish you to lose out on your personal cut this evening."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:39:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll attempt to talk less if that's your wish but I assure you, I have all the skills I mentioned." he watched her walk away, still watching her mannerisms and letting the words echo in his head once again. he certainly wouldn't mind being her fucktoy or her assistant. Either way it would be a good existence. He could do nothing but wait patiently in the same position, awaiting her return.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 04:53:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eliana growled as she fought as she was forced towards her new owner. The guards muttered something like poor fellow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:25:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack just heard all the people talking about his purchase and he just smiles and watches as the inch her towards Jax. He didn't mind challenge but was up to surprise everyone with this lady and they would be surprise with how she acts the next time they see him and his new pet. So he watches as they inch her towards him he was not afraid of this girl and he had ways of dealing with slaves like this. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:26:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eliana stopped when they arrived at her new owner. She glared at him. She didn't care if he sold his soul to own her. He never could. She would wait until he was asleep and escape. The guards pushed her towards Jax and smiled as if saying thank god.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:53:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks at the lady standing in front of him and he smiles as the two back away from her glad to be rid of the girl. so Jax loves the challenge of what the girl presented to him. He could not wait and ask for a pair of scissors he wanted to see what would she do with a bit of freedom. but first takes out a small band and slips it over her neck and waits on the things that he had asked for. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:56:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eliana glared at the man who put a band on her neck. She tugged hard against him. The guards quickly brought over scissors.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:00:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles and says thank you for the scissors. With a sly smile He starts to give her a little bit of freedom by cutting some of the bonds that they had brought her in. So he knew he was ready for what ever she did and was not really aware of just what the band was but in return it was a very strong shock collar. that only his fingers could unlock. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:01:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eliana waited for him to free her hands. Once her hands were free she kicked him in the shin and took off towards the doors.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:06:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles as Jax is kicked and just knew that what was going to happen so he just smiles and presses a button on his wrist watch turning on the shock collar rendering the person that wears it pretty helpless. so he just smiles knowing that this will be a fun one to break and make her obey him. after his breath returns to him he goes back to collect his pet and slips on a thick heavy leash and lock the shock collar under the heavy ended leash that was rather tight against her neck. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:11:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eliana felt shock rush through her body. She convulsed and fell to the ground she kept trying crawl away when Jax put the leash on her. It cut off her airway as she tried to escape.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:18:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stand above her and tells her to get on her hands and knees. He is shaking his head and thinks that she might have to earn the right to breath. So he smiles waiting to see what is she going to do. He is looking at everyone and knew that he was going to be enjoying this one quite a bit so he smiles from the thoughts that might be going on later on. She was going to have to earn quite a bit before he thought that she was ready for any sort of food or reward. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:20:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eliana managed to spit on his shoes as she continued to try to crawl. She was on her hands and knee because she lacked the power to stand up on her own. Her hair fell about her face as she continued on her quest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:27:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He sees he spit on his shoes and shakes his head again. and just gives her a longer zap from the collar. and he knew that things were going to be a long night for this girl but he wasn't in the mood to give in to this girl. So he just zaps her again. Says "What a fiesty little fireball." knowing that she didn't want to be here but she had no say so anymore he made the choices for her now. and was not in the mood to be playing if she thought it was rough right now wait till he got her to a place a bit more private. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:29:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eliana glared but sat back on her feet. Her face turning red from lack of oxygen. She decided maybe if she played along she could get away. She sat there taking very shallow breaths.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zemo8801</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:36:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles as he sees her sit down on her feet and just tosses a smile thinking that she is being a good slave. He just says "come on we have a few people that needs to be talked with." So he tugs her collar not giving her a chance to rest or catch her breath. He had a few people and was going to tease her and make her suffer by watching him drink and eat and put a plate just out of reach and everytime she got to close to it he would give her a zap till she should him a sigh on hearing and taking his words seriously.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:40:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eliana followed him keeping a bit of lack on the leash so she was able to keep with the shallow breaths. She looked around the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:48:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drinks and sits there, his wine lightly in need of a refill. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 16:01:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Glad to have something to cover herself, she walked quickly in the matching heels to keep up with her owner, and walked with him into his suite.What would happen in here,she asks herself as he closes the door behind them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 17:14:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54070.msg2509838#msg2509838">Quote from: Haibane on 03-12-2009, 01:15:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I walked over to the auctioneer and politely waited as he dealt with some business with another buyer. When he was done I spoke privately in his ear, whispering discreetly to make quite sure we were not overheard.<br><br><strong>"<em>Bonsoir</em>, Toshiru-san. Are you well? Good. There is just a single slave remaining to be auctioned this evening. I see no other bidders interested in heem. Please may I suggest that I buy him direct without an auction? Perhaps... let us say... two hundred and fifty thousand? I will of course double the usual auctioneers commission - I would not wish you to lose out on your personal cut this evening."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Toshiru smiled at the Madame. "I see, since we do have a bidder who seems to bid on whomever is on the block. I'm sure this can be arranged. Please leave your payment with my aid. Enjoy him. I'm sure you shall." He smiled brightly. He knew he wasn't supposed to do that but she was one of the owner's favorite clinets and he wanted to make her happy. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 18:15:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				MADELEINE BOULLIER<br><br>I smiled in thanks at the auctioneer and gave him a formal bow. <strong>"I am most grateful. A small token of my appreciation will be transferred to your bank account, Toshiru-san."</strong><br><br>Taking my leave from the auctioneers stand I turned with a swish of skirts and crinolines and rustled through to the back office where, starting up my laptop and accessing my account I spoke with a clerk and transferred there and then the amount from my Swiss bank account to that of the holdings company who arranged the sales at the Crescent. It was so crass to carry large sums of cash around, and dangerous too. A smile and a handshake concluded the deal and I returned to the cage line in the main room.<br><br>Two assistants were nearby. I indicated to them to open the neko-boy's cage and lead him out and around to the front whereupon, at my instructions, they removed the existing studded collar and replaced it with one I supplied, a finely crafted device in quarter-inch-thick black leather, about an inch high and backed with softly padded chamois for comfort. It closed with a padlock at the back and had steel D rings set at four equidistant points at it's lower edge. On the front was affixed a small steel plate, highly polished, with the words 'PROPERTY OF MME. BOULLIER' in fine etched script. The plate flipped up and on the reverse was my cell phone number.<br><br>One of the men passed me the key to the padlock of the cuffs that still held his arms behind his back.<br><br>I did not use the collar to lead my new toy by though. I took a heavy but small steel ring, shaped like a donut, from my handbag and unscrewed the two halves with a tiny allen key. <strong>"Be holding still and I weel not hurt you,"</strong> I said to the boy in a sharp voice. I bent down before him and slid one half of the steel donut behind and above his balls and below his manhood, snugging the neck of the bag of soft skin that contained his fleshy parts down through the half-circle. I then placed the other half circle in front and making sure his skin wasn't nipped between the two finely machined halves of the weighted ring, I proceeded to screw the two together with the tiny machined bolts by means of the same allen key. The ball weight of some seven ounces was finally on and the boy's pretty bollocks were trapped with a heavy steel collar above them and below his cock. The ball ring had two tiny D rings welded on and to one of these I clipped the hasp of a leather dog leash.<br><br>http://www.bondara.co.uk/gay-sex-toys/cock-rings-straps/1370/round-ball-stretcher.html (http://www.bondara.co.uk/gay-sex-toys/cock-rings-straps/1370/round-ball-stretcher.html)<br><br>I stood up and looked at the boy. He was just awesomely delicious... I could feel my body opening and preparing for him just by thinking how good his warm hairless body was going to feel against my naked skin. I lifted a hand and smoothed it down the side of his jaw, tracing the bone, running the thumb pad over his bottom lip, then patted his cheek gently.<br><br>I smiled softly and enigmatically.<br><br>Without speaking a word I turned and walked down the steps of the cage line and across the auction hall, tugging my new purchase behind me by his balls, now and then giving an extra tug just for fun. I went into the bar beyond the double doors. The whole club was members only though some would not have attended the auction. A nude neko-boy being led by a leash would shock and surprise some of them. Without looking left or right and feeling the many heads turning to stare, I led my toy across the crowded room to a big squishy sofa where I turned and sank gracefully down, arranging my huge skirts carefully. I pointed at the rug in front of me.<br><br><strong>"Down. No pets on the furniture. Position!"</strong> I added the last word more sharply before a waiter came over and I requested a bottle of champagne. <strong>"What would you like to drink, <em>Monsieur Chat?</em>"</strong> I asked my property, <strong>"Or perhaps you are hungry? Something to eat?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 00:50:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood there watching her, knowing that she would be his owner in a few minutes. It sent a shiver of delight down his spine. He began to study her, like an ancient puzzle, to beautiful to be touched for study, yet to beautiful to pull his eyes away for more then a moment. As he looked over her he noticed the extra bulk of muscle around her upper legs, thighs, hips, and stomach. It was a useful cluse, it was unlikely that she did much conventional excersise. No, isntead the most likely answer was that she kept her body by watching her diet and by having a lot of sex. He couldnt help but let a hint of a smile show at that thought.<br><br>As she came back around he breathed one last time, the last breath he would ever take when he was alone. From this point on he belonged to her, to be her pet, her lover, and to know her needs before she knew them herself. The men led him outside, though he didnt fight, why would he when he was to be with a creature as lovely as him? As he stood in front of her he stood there proudly, presenting himself. As she kneeled between his legs with the small metal ring he took one step further out, letting his heavy balls and large member dangle between his legs yet simultaneously give her more room to fasten her device to his body. When she finished he found himself a bit uncomfortable yet he didnt say a word or show any sign of it. The last thing he wanted was for her to see him as weak and unable to withstand just a hint of discomfort. <br><br>He walked a single step behind her, letting her lead him wherever she wished. Each tug, reafirming the idea that she was the one he lived for. As they came to the couch and he heard her command he kneeled by her, his legs spread wide so his balls and semi hard cathood could dangle low for her pleasure. her question made him look upward to her face and he smiled warmly as he spoke. "Anything is fine, though I like milk best Madame"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 01:12:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				MADELEINE BOULLIER<br><br>He seemed quite calm, even tranquil. An unusual one... I looked up at the waiter. <strong>"<em>Chateau Neuf, sil vous plait</em>, with a glass - just one. And some milk. Cold... in a bowl, please, not a glass. And what seafood do you have? Nothing too spicy please? You have Scottish herring - excellent. That will do fine. Lightly grilled, no sauce and that in a separate bowl as well."</strong> The efficient waiter not batting an eyelid vanished quickly. I turned to my new companion and smiled warmly.<br><br><strong>"So, <em>Monsieur Chat</em>, let us - owner and pet - get to know one another. My name is Boullier. Madeleine Boullier. You will call me 'Madame'. My line of business ees designing fun things - furniture, machinery, harnesses, bondage gear... sex toys. I also sell a range of corsetry, shoes and clothing. No rubbish, only ze finest. I am a licensed <em>corsetier</em>; all my garments are made to order. I deal wiz customers internationally, therefore your linguistic skills may be useful."</strong><br><br>The waiter returned and showed me the wine label. I nodded. He uncorked the Champagne and poured a taster. I passed the glass back, <strong>"<em>Oui, tres bon</em>."</strong> The man filled my glass and placed it on the small mahogany table before us, nodding deferentially. He turned to the tray he had brought and I gestured to the floor in front of my cat. The waiter placed the tray down, the bowls of milk and fish side by side and withdrew.<br><br><strong>"Please eat,"</strong> I gestured at the tray, <strong>"The herring here is extremely good, even without the bearnaise sauce."</strong> I shifted in my heavy satin skirt, uncrossing and re-crossing my legs, the faint swicking of my nylons almost lost in the background hubbub of the room's conversation. I lounged back and dangled one high heel off a black silk-clad toe and sipped my drink keen to watch the boy dining. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 01:24:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He listend to every word she said, his photographic memory running along. As she ordered the food he thought about the dishes, he had never tried herring though he had read about the fish in cooking books as well as some zoology journals. It sounded tasty and he looked forward to sampling the meal. She seemed nice so far, something that he was thankful for. This could very well be a wonderful relationship<br><br>As the food was brought he looked down over it, taking in its scent and look. It smelled wonderful, with the perfect amount of seasonings added yet not going overboard with them. He began to lean down, keeping his balance with his hands still bound behind his back but he suddenly stopped and looked back up toward her. It would never do if her pet took a meal without thanking her first. "Thank you Madame...by the way, would you prefer that I refer to you as Just Madame, or Madam Boullier? and am I to be involved in your video's?" he asked. Once the questions were posed he bent down again to eat, giving her a perfect view of his shapely ass as well as the perfect rosebud
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 02:05:03</strong>
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				MADELEINE BOULLIER<br><br>From my handbag I drew out my small whippy switch, a finely crafted thing of a tapered springy steel rod wrapped round and round in Moroccan leather, quite flexible and able to be coiled inside the small space of a lady's purse. At the base was a thicker handle, at the tip a small gathering of tassels. These gave a considerable sting on their own, never mind the rest of the thing.<br><br>As he bent to eat and drink I swung it crisply and smartly against his raised rear, the 'swiiittt!' sound of its movement through the air abruptly cut off by a sharp 'swakk!' as it contacted firm pussy behind, the knot of tassels whipping into the boy's cleft and scourging very close to that cute little bull's eye.<br><br>As his body flinched in response I rebuked him. <strong>" 'Madame' was what I said, 'Madame' was what I meant. I choose my words carefully - heed them or you vill be having a most uncomfortable <em>derriere</em>."</strong><br><br>As he returned to eating I sipped at my wine and from time to time slid the switch up and down the back of his thigh and tapped it lightly on his rump. I noted the way his tail had risen and the tip of it flicked this way and that as though excited by something. I watched carefully as he apparently enjoyed his meal, his mouth opening to shovel up the meat and his tongue lapping out dexterously at the milk until most of it was gone. His tongue drew my interest; clearly he'd been brought up from a young age to act and think and drink like a cat and his tongue consequently was very long, narrow and highly muscular. It looked to me like a most useful tongue indeed.<br><br>When he had finished, his chin and jaw were somewhat messy so I leaned forwards, beckoning him to turn and lift his head. Taking the napkin from under my glass I wiped his lower face clean and this intimacy allowed our faces to come closer than they had yet been. I studied his brown eyes carefully and reaching out, ran my fingers through his thick shaggy yet silky and strikingly lilac hair. I could detect no darker or paler roots to it, it remained that same pale shade of early evening sky right down to the scalp. A fully natural colour. It must have been genetically bred with the rest if him.<br><br>I sat back, disposed of the napkin and the remainder of my glass of wine and lifting a hand, attracted our waiter again and told him to have the remainder of the bottle sent up to my room.<br><br>I stood up and tugged on his leash, pulling at his testicles, <strong>"Come, I need to clean you out but first, I want you to walk through ze club up to my room with an erection. I want everyone in this place to see your dirty little hard on. You cannot touch yourself so seenk mucky thoughts if you want. I can help..."</strong> I tugged more on the leash, pulling hard on his tender male flesh, wondering if the discomfort there would be to his liking.<br><br><strong>"Oh, and of course..."</strong> From my bag I drew out a smaller steel ring, holding it against the head of his member. Too small. I picked out a second ring... to my surprise still a little tighter than I wished. The third ring, a healthy inch and a half inner diameter would rest in just the correct place while being sufficiently tight to cause him the most pleasant sensations. Reaching out to his penis I gently gripped the shaft just behind the head and hauled backwards firmly, drawing his foreskin fully and quickly back. I was not gentle, it was my intention to surprise him. His protective skin fully retracted the thick purple-red head proudly stuck out, a tiny bead of clear fluid resting at his slit. I smiled at him quizzically and placed a fingertip on the bead of oily fluid, then carefully and firmly slid my finger in circles around his sensitive head, smearing the greasy fluid to form a lubricant shield. Next I took the steel cock-ring and pressed it up to his head. I pushed firmly and steadily and gradually the thick crown of swollen flesh pushed through the ring until with a distinct 'plup' the heavy steel band came to rest in the natural deep groove behind the business end of his meat. The ring would apply considerable pressure there as he hardened fully and of course it held his foreskin fully back, exposing the prettiest part of him for everyone to see.<br><br><strong>"There. I think that is helping you, <em>non</em>? But still, I have one more thing that might interest your meaty little friend..."</strong> I winked at him and leaving the leash loose in one hand I lifted one high-heeled foot up onto the low table top and hauled up great fistfuls of heavy brocaded satin and tulle underskirts drawing my big skirt up to the top of one thigh, baring my leg. There I rested and calmly adjusted the suspender drop to my black stocking, taking my time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 02:16:39</strong>
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				-drinks-&nbsp; Hits on waitress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 02:38:02</strong>
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				The sudden smack of the whips surprised him and though it left a little sting it also excited him. He enjoyed the feel of a leather whip on his flesh when he was bad, it was a reminder that he was owned but also that he could fail, something that he tried hard not to do. <em>"I must be more careful with my words and questions..."</em> he thought as he went back to his meal. He would try harder for her. <br><br>He ate and drank all of it, filling his body with the fuel it would need to serve her. When he was finished he kneeled like before, partly leaning into her as he let out an appreciative purring sound. His face turning up to her as she asked for him to do so. Unashamed of her cleaning him up.<br><br>He sat there, listening to her demand of him being hard as they left and the application of her tools helping the situation. From birth his sex drive had always been powerful and it only gave a firm touch to make him grow much harder, making it difficult to fit the cock ring on him, yet not impossible. As her face grew close he found himself leaning forward, wanting to be kissed. Yet he stopped himself, just inches away from her beautiful lips. She wanted more from him and he would put aside his desires to fulfill her own, yet he still hoped that she would kiss him like a lover and that simple day dream of their lips pressed tightly together made him harder then iron.<br><br>He could only stand up slowly and follow her, ready to serve her every need...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slave Market ~Crescent Moon Country Club~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 16:04:22</strong>
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				Eliana watched her new "master" attempt to toture her by putting food and drink near her but not letting her so much as smell it. She sighed as she looked towards the doors and the windows. She couldn't help but think of escape plans. The collar around her neck on the other hand seemed to be a problem. She sighed thinking the collar was their as a behavior modifier not really meant to hurt her but to change her from her independant self to a very well behaved little slave. She held her emotions in check so her "master" wouldn't see the anger and hatered forming deep within her at the thought of being owned by this man. She didn't want to admit him leading her around was turning her on slightly. The fact this man was trying to control her even with her fighting him everystep of the way.
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