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 Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 9:00 pm
The Slave Market
"Hey, hey, what kind of cheese doesn't belong to you?"
"Your cheese?"
"Nope! Nacho cheese!!" Seiku burst into a fit of laughter as he held his head in the palm of his hand. "Isn't that hilarious?!"
"Y-yeah...best lame joke of the day, for sure."
"Haa...you're a good kid." Seiku stated with a grin; ruffling his newest friend's hair. A boy of ten or eleven, he was a cute kid. Messy auburn hair sat on a frump on his head, his eyes were a beautiful blue-green and large with innocence, he would be taken quick. Not like him.
"Hey!" One of the guards barked, appearing in front of them. "Here's a joke: Knock, knock. Who's there? Shut the ******** up! Isn't that frickin' hilarious?!" He asked in a livid tone, tossing a roll at him. Breakfast.
With a final growl he removed his ugly face from the view of the Slave Store's 'merchandise'. It was funny, really. He acted all high and mighty around the slaves because technically he was higher up. But everyone knew that the only people who became guards were the males who were too old and ugly to be bought. Really, Seiku wondered why they were used at all. They scared some of the customers sometimes.
The rock hard roll didn't bug the blue haired youth much; even though it bounced off his head. He simply tossed it back. "You can't stop the laughter!" He yelled after him, snapping his fingers three times; giving physical action to attitude.
"Seiku?"
"Hm?"
"Why did you do that?"
"Do what? Snap my fingers? I was trying to--"
"No, I mean, throwing food at the guy...if you didn't want it, I would have eaten it."
Seiku wasn't sure what to say to that. He had been in the same position when he was young. Living a fairly well off life...even when his mom started on one of her fits, at least he ate afterward. He sighed softly through his nose, and leaned back against the back wall of the cage. He didn't answer. The boy didn't expect him to.
"Why haven't you been adopted yet, Seiku? You're gonna start getting old soon."
"Yeah...the best years of my life are slipping away as we speak. Can't do anything about it, I guess no one wants little old Seiku." He laughed gently, not so much because what he said was at all humorous, it was more a situation of feeling obligated to do so. "But don't worry. You'll get adopted quick. Yer a good kid. Like I keep saying."
The boy gave a small smile, shy and unsure, but it didn't matter to Seiku. He was just happy he could make someone happy. But he couldn't say that those words didn't affect him. Things were looking grim for him. Twenty-five years old and not one mistress. He supposed it had something to do with his appearance. Seiku figured he must be an odd looking guy. Blue-grey hair and ice blue eyes...when he was a kid, he used to get teased a lot for it. He didn't have many friends, they said he looked mean. Actually, he resembled his mother--another reason she would...well... He couldn't really say as to how well looks-wise he had grown up. He hadn't seen a mirror in years. The best he could do was seeing a blurred refection on the bars of his cage, or the refection off some drinking water. The whole store was dark and dank, so doing even those things were difficult.
Ugh! What is this place?!
The doors of the slave store opened with their familiar creak. Several slaves' eyes went to the door. In addition to a lack of mirrors, many slaves hadn't seen the outdoor light in the same amount to time.
The woman who managed the market, a plump, graying woman in her forties, quickly slid off her a** to greet her customer personally. "Good afternoon! What a surprise it is to see a member of the Nishizawa family in our humble store!"
"Yes, it's very good to see you as well, Ms. Muramoto. Seeing as how I've recently decided to live on my own, I was hoping to find a good housekeeping slave for my new home."
"Yes, yes." Ms. Muramoto nodded vigorously. "Allow me to show you our slaves personally."
"Oh, no...I mustn't trouble you in such a way. And...I think it would be a much more intimate moment if I were to go in alone. I hope you understand." Yutsue spoke in a soft voice, as she did in public. Her eyes stayed firm however, and with that hinting, she usually got her way.
Again, Ms. Muramoto nodded with robust, and returned to her office and sat behind her desk. "If you need anything..."
The sound of Yutsue's clicking heels became louder as a she neared the door. She cleared her throat; a guard opened the door for her. As you may have expected, several of the slaves were doing what they could to look presentable. Many shoved the rest of their breakfast role into their mouths and swallowed, they swept the crumbs off them without second thought. Rather unusual considering for many of them, every crumb was valuable food.
Yutsue was dressed in a smart business suit; coat, skirt, scarf, heels, the whole nine yards. It would've been an understatement to say that she looked gorgeous. Her long hair was tied up in a chic style so that her hair framed and complemented her sharp features. She had even gotten prescription-less glasses as an accessory. You can imagine how dirty some men felt. At times, the store manager wouldn't allow her slaves to bathe for days on end!
Once the heavy door shut firmly behind her, she stood for a moment. She simply stood, looking over the men with an unreadable look. "Listen up." Yutsue began in a low voice, though no one could deny not hearing her. "My name's Yutsue Nishizawa, not that you disgusting things need to remember, but I'm from a prestigious family. It would look pretty bad if I were to adopt a slave who was not high class in every way. You're all just lucky that I stumbled upon this dump. Now, tell me, who's the most capable slave?"
The entirety of the cages were silent, no one dared to breathe lest they make a loud noise.
"I'm waiting..."
"Well, really, you can't just give us that." The familiar easy going tone of Seiku sounded "Care to tell us what in particular you'd like us to be good at? Cooking? Cleaning? Throw us a bone here...especially if you want us for that."
For a moment Yutsue was rendered speechless. Never before had a slave talked to her like that. In her house, at the school...all slaves had treated her like a Goddess. And here this...
Seiku's smirk grew when the fiery redhead stopped in front of his cage.
"You, what's your name?"
"Why, I'm the one and only Seiku Shintaka, of course. I'm sure you've heard of me."
"I haven't had the pleasure."
"Oh, I'm sure you have. Seiku Shintaka is a pleasure in and out of bed."
"Must you speak so vulgarly?"
"Yes."
Something about this man intrigued her. Perhaps, it was because of his natural charm, or his piercing good looks. Perhaps, it was because Kitsuyo was running out of things to say...but nevertheless, Yutsue went home with a leash that day, and Seiku was on the other end of it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 11:44 am
"Hmph!" I grunted furiously, sitting within my cage. "This is no life for me...let alone a warrior...I seek freedom...I seek...liberation..."
Slowly, I moved towards the wall to my left, yet could not go further than three steps. The chains bound by my wrists and ankles strained as I moved. Quickly, I stopped, but still moved as close as possible.
As the guards looked away, I took a small metal pick and began to sketch something within the stone walls. After doing so, I then placed hte pick within my pocket and looked at what I drew. I nodded in contempt.
"...This, indeed...shall work...."
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 7:52 pm
He was sitting in his cage, silently...looking at the sky...He was in that cage since a very long period...that cage was like a home for him...born as a slave, he was always in his cage, day after day, looking at the same sky, always from the same point of view...
He then looked at the other cages...the other slaves...some were crying, some were angry and were asking to go out...some were just sitting on the floor, looking into nowhere...they were all sharing the same destiny. They were all slaves...destined to be sold and to serve a woman for the rest of their life...
He was destined to that, too. But he wasn't sad...At least, he would get out of that cage...and besides...world was now property of women...so their slavery was right...
Keeping his silence, he sighed, and waited...
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 12:04 pm
Meian sighed as she got out of her red MX5 convertable Miata. Her mother had also gotten her that for her birthday today. Other than that, she had also been told to pick out a slave from anyshop in the area to have as ehr first. She had just grunted and sighed as her mother, practicly, commanded her to go buy a slave, giving her the money and everything.
Locking the door to her Miata, she opened the door to the shop, the bell rang above her head, annoucing her arrival to the guards, slaves, and shop workers. Cringing at the stench of the building she blinked as a short, stub of a women waddled up to her, a smile crossing the woman's lips.
"Hello Ma'am. Your mother called to tell be of your arrival. Is there anything in particular you are looking for?" She lady nodded and grinned still more, obviously happy Meian's mother had told her to come to this disgrace of a shop.
"No ma'am, just browsing, I can do so myself, thank you very much." Her tone was gentle, but obviously agitated.
Brushing some of her black hair from her eyes she walked past the woman, her gaze passing over many a slave as she went along. She couldn't help but feel bad for them, half were either very young, or very, very skinny. She hated the fact that there seemed to be spiderwebs growning on a few of them even.
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Your Dark Lover Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 6:32 pm
Hearing the massive steel doors open and shut, I kept staring upon the wall. Those who came in to search for slaves did not matter much to me at all. In fact, they were the least of my concerns. All I had left was my determination, pride, and plan...
"This...better work..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 7:29 am
Vigdys He was sitting in his cage, silently...looking at the sky...He was in that cage since a very long period...that cage was like a home for him...born as a slave, he was always in his cage, day after day, looking at the same sky, always from the same point of view...
He then looked at the other cages...the other slaves...some were crying, some were angry and were asking to go out...some were just sitting on the floor, looking into nowhere...they were all sharing the same destiny. They were all slaves...destined to be sold and to serve a woman for the rest of their life...
He was destined to that, too. But he wasn't sad...At least, he would get out of that cage...and besides...world was now property of women...so their slavery was right...
Keeping his silence, he sighed, and waited...
Lucifer's small black feline body slipped through the bars of the cage and peered up at the boy with big lamp like burnt orange eyes. He sniffed the man before walking out and meowing at Victoria claiming that he wanted him. Lucifer hated others, he hated this slave but he knew that he would please his Victoria, no other slave in the market could measure up to her but this one.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 9:26 am
He was still looking at the sky, when something attracted his attention...someone stopped in front of his cage...he looked down to see who...and he saw the woman. He silently looked at her, as if he was studying her, even if he was paying attention not to look her in the eyes, becaus it'd be unrespectful...
Then, he saw another figure moving into his cage, slipping through the bars...he slowly looked down, and saw the beautiful black cat looking at him and sniffing him, before returning back to his mistress and meowing to her, as if he was talking to her...again, he looked at the woman, without moving, and still without saying a word..
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 11:56 am
Meian sat in a seat for Mistresses to think about their choices. She hadn't seen anything interesting, but that didn't mean she would go home. SHe wasn't allowed home 'till she got a slave, or her mother would be extremely pissed at her.
Brushign hair from her eyes she sighed, bored, she hadn't spotted an interesting slave in teh whole lot, and it was getting on her nerves.
"Why must choosing be so hard?" Her voice was soft, her question not ment for anyone but herself.
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Your Dark Lover Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 4:19 pm
Vigdys He was still looking at the sky, when something attracted his attention...someone stopped in front of his cage...he looked down to see who...and he saw the woman. He silently looked at her, as if he was studying her, even if he was paying attention not to look her in the eyes, becaus it'd be unrespectful...
Then, he saw another figure moving into his cage, slipping through the bars...he slowly looked down, and saw the beautiful black cat looking at him and sniffing him, before returning back to his mistress and meowing to her, as if he was talking to her...again, he looked at the woman, without moving, and still without saying a word..
Lucifer watched the boy in the cage before dissapearing beneath the hem of Victoria's dress and laying down in the darkness of the heavy fabric, a buldge could be seen where he resided. He didn't like the boy at all but he was more suficiant then the rest so hew knew he would have to do.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 5:35 pm
Your Dark Lover Meian sat in a seat for Mistresses to think about their choices. She hadn't seen anything interesting, but that didn't mean she would go home. SHe wasn't allowed home 'till she got a slave, or her mother would be extremely pissed at her.
Brushign hair from her eyes she sighed, bored, she hadn't spotted an interesting slave in teh whole lot, and it was getting on her nerves.
"Why must choosing be so hard?" Her voice was soft, her question not ment for anyone but herself. Hearing her words, I began to mutter to myself in a droll, yet song-like manor. "Decisions, decisions--always so hard...Never able to make up a choice, yet so much to offer...But never able to decide on what one wants and what one needs--the two generally cancel each out and nothing is accomplished..." I then took my hand and wiped over the etching in the wall and sat back down, laying upon the stone-cold ground.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 6:12 pm
Love_is_just_a_theory "Speak to me your name?" Victoria's voice came out like a hypnotic song, every aspect of winter crisped the edges of her tone. She looked down at the boy as she stood up straight causing her eyes to become half closed, concealing the green orbs. She had placed one hand on her small but well curved hip and the other was wrapped around her waist clasping her hands. She was young looking for her age, barely appearing to be 18 even though she was 10 years older, her vain attitude let her cherish this fact.
Lucifer watched the boy in the cage before dissapearing beneath the hem of Victoria's dress and laying down in the darkness of the heavy fabric, a buldge could be seen where he resided. He didn't like the boy at all but he was more suficiant then the rest so hew knew he would have to do. "My name...is Vigdys..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 6:35 am
Vigdys Love_is_just_a_theory "Speak to me your name?" Victoria's voice came out like a hypnotic song, every aspect of winter crisped the edges of her tone. She looked down at the boy as she stood up straight causing her eyes to become half closed, concealing the green orbs. She had placed one hand on her small but well curved hip and the other was wrapped around her waist clasping her hands. She was young looking for her age, barely appearing to be 18 even though she was 10 years older, her vain attitude let her cherish this fact.
Lucifer watched the boy in the cage before dissapearing beneath the hem of Victoria's dress and laying down in the darkness of the heavy fabric, a buldge could be seen where he resided. He didn't like the boy at all but he was more suficiant then the rest so hew knew he would have to do. "My name...is Vigdys..."
Walking back to his cage she looked him over before unlocking the cage in a swift movement Lucifer meowing as she did so. She snapped her green eyes to the cat and nodded in agreement before turning back to Vidys. "Come here ..." She looked him over. "You'll need some proper clothes you'll recieve those when we reach my manor." She waited for him to come to her so that she could place the collar upon him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 6:58 am
He looked again at the cat, when he moved again into his cage...while the woman was talking with the cashier, he didn't move, just looking at the cat, without even kneel to caress him, because he wanted to respect even the cat of that noble and superior woman...when she returned to his cage, he slowly moved his look at her, as always without looking to her eyes, and waited for her to open the cage.
When it was opened, he slowly moved some steps, to reach her, and then stopped, silently offering his neck to her, to let her place the collar upon him easily...
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 7:15 am
Vigdys He looked again at the cat, when he moved again into his cage...while the woman was talking with the cashier, he didn't move, just looking at the cat, without even kneel to caress him, because he wanted to respect even the cat of that noble and superior woman...when she returned to his cage, he slowly moved his look at her, as always without looking to her eyes, and waited for her to open the cage.
When it was opened, he slowly moved some steps, to reach her, and then stopped, silently offering his neck to her, to let her place the collar upon him easily...
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