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 Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 11:53 am
Michael watched all with a faint sense of awe, and a rather growing sense of embarrassment. These clothes were finer than any he had ever imagined wearing; Most quite like something he would have seen on his last master. Nothing anything he would have thought he himself would have worn. Ever.
He looked over the slowly growing mountains of clothing, his cheeks tinted in that odd red over his pale cheeks. He could dress himself out of all this; quite well actually. But he wasn't entirely sure how well he would be able to care for the clothing, of all things. His mother had been strict as a rule about manners, presenting oneself in a proper manner...but..he had stopped caring about that quite a long time ago.
"Th-these..these can't be all mine..?" He asked, a hint of hopefulness in his voice. Everything there was designed to fit closer than anything he'd worn in years, and that was one of the things that tended to make him feel like crawling in a hole. He rather liked his little secrets; having people not know what his body actually looked like, not knowing what he liked and hated. Anything personal or specific to him, actually. He rather liked being a nonperson to most.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 4:32 pm
she moved her head slightly to the side away from his face.
"do you think im going to lay down for you right away...master?"
the edge of the cuff slid across her ivory skin,making no mark.
a silent storm tossed in her eyes,but her expression remained dead.
her hair swirled around her face at his touch,and her knee buckled a little at the exhaustion,but she remained moving.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 12:29 am
"No, I don't." he chuckled. "That would take all the fun out of it."
As he spoke he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He kissed her cheek, enjoying her emotional resistance. His grip was firm, as if her were expecting more resistance soon.
"Breaking a slave is where the fun is." he wispered in her ear "But humans... they go soft far too quickly. That's why I went through all the trouble to get you. It wasn't easy to intercept your documents so I could alter them. But looking at you now? I'd say it was worth it."
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 5:55 am
a muscle in her perfect jawline twitched slightly,like she was going to sneer.
but she didn't.
she just tried to slide free which was impossible,so she snapped back against his chest and turned her face away,waiting for him to let go.
"you're a b*****d."
she drawled statingly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 1:13 pm
"And you're my b***h," He said with a smirk. "Glad we could get that sorted out."
"Now, since I'm such a b*****d." he said as he let her go of her and gestured for her to follow him "You may want to ask yourself what kind of things you ought to do to make sure you get to ride in the cart, instead of following behind it on a leash."
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 10:50 am
Kisume said nothing.
but the snide remarks pushd her.
"I'm your b***h when hell freezes over..."
Her voice was beatiful,like a godess's,yet poisoned with them venom with which she spoke it in.
"Yes..and those things would include,of course being obediant,and probably succumbing to seduction."
She narrowed her eyes.
"never."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 1:53 am
"Careful what you wish for..." he said after her defiant remarks "I can make your hell whichever way I wish."
"Very well," He said as he lead her towards the door "Then everyone will see who I am bringing home, and will know just why you are coming. Of course, I'll have to make the view a little more interesting for them..."
As he spoke he drew a knife and twirled it idly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 9:47 am
Her eyes narrowed and her chin tucked,her hair flailing about her face as if in some violent wind.
Kisume had a very strong urge to spit on him,but she saw the flash of the knife and kept her entire person inside putting on a ninnocent blankness.
Of course she had been abused before but her inner fire kept her alive if she didn't respond.
"I don't know what you mean.."
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 8:38 pm
Michael had found his way into the heart of the marketplace; though he supposed it wasn't it's core..just the physical middle of it. It was large, and there were enough smells around that it almost stung his nose. Too strong..too close...sweat, blood, animals, new leathers..the scents mixed until it was enough to nearly give him a headache. He was probably looking the part of a thick idiot, breathing through his mouth the entire time. But that would just have to do.
He'd gotten himself fed on some rather savory meat; something in a bowl with thick brown gravy. The spices were almost too much for his tongue, but he had a little bit of bread to go with it. The rest of the money he had tucked against his hip until he was done; not wanting to stop any one place after he had eaten. He wandered here and there, picking at things and insisting he had to at least pretend to try them on, to make sure they fit. It was a little unfair; everyone treating him as though the second their fingers left the cloth he would run off with it. That was fine. Go in the stall, let them block the exit..hold the clothes up to himself. Hell, there had been one woman who had insisted on holding the clothes up to him herself. Did he really look that big a thief?
[Back to Isaaru's room~]
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 4:48 am
He smirked at her attempts to hide her hatred. Her hair flailing about her innocent face. He chose to ignore this however, and see how much further he could push her.
His knife went to work at her clothing. Cutting wide gashes in her top before he tore fabric away. He didn't stop until he halter top was not much more than a loose bikini top. Once that was done he cut all the way around her skirt until it was dangerously short. Once he had distressed her clothing he took hold of the leash on her collar and began to lead her out of the slave house.
Once they were outside he dragged her behind him until they reached a horsedrawn cart. He attached her leash to the back of it with a lock and made his way back to her sliding his hand along the chain.
"Last chance," he said once he reached her. "Care to change your mind?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 7:27 am
Kisume looked at him.
She slapped him across the face and her hair whipped him across the nose.
"F*** you."
Kisume bared her teeth at him,she would never lie down for him.
Out of the corner of her eye she appraised the monstrosity that was her outfit and shrugged.
She had weathered worse and as far as she knew the lesser streets weren't extremely littered with pervs.
She just turned her head so she wouldn't have to look at him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 9:12 am
((I'll assume she slapped him with her hair since her hands are tied. Also, I thought this was her first time being a slave. It's my fault for making their be so much time since we started.))
"Very well," he said angrily as he rubbed his cheeck. "Driver, lets get going."
He climbed into the back of the carridge and it began to make it's way down the road at a casual pace. A casual pace for a carridge, not a pedestrian. She wouldn't be able to see him, but there were a pair of tinted windows at the back of the vehicle.
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