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Thread: Brotherly Comfort (w/ kckolbe)

Kara smiled as she heard her brothers soft voice and felt the comfort he always gave her when he touched her. When he turned to face her and drew her closer, she ignored the pain as best as she could when he caused her injured breast to be squeezed between them and whispered, I never said there was a surprise, I just didnt want you waiting on me to get stuff together so I dont have to leave your room until we get food or I need to go to shower and stuff. I wanted you to be able to get comfortable while I grabbed my stuff. Of course, the real reason had been so he wouldnt have seen how much it hurt for her to move around. At least being like this with her brother she didnt have pressure on her backside that would have made it more uncomfortable. Though she did have to pray her brothers hand wouldnt go any lower, afraid she wouldnt be able to stop the sound of pain she was sure shed make if he touched the welt so close to his hand. She didnt find anything wrong with the closed mouth kisses she shared with her older brother, they always made her feel special and she returned the kiss wincing a little when he squeezed her but she could also feel the familiar hardness against her. The light pressure had the familiar effect of making her feel the strange sensation down there along with the dampness the slight friction often created. Her leg tightened around him as it always did, even if it confused her she also knew she loved being this close to Kenny. After what she had suffered under their step-fathers attentions she needed this affection from her brother more than ever. She was afraid one of these days Hank would kill her and she would never see her brother again. There had been times since Hank started doing what he did that she had wanted to die but she didnt want to leave Kenny alone. That sense of panic caused her to hold her brother even closer, clinging to him as though he was her lifeline while she pressed soft kisses against his lips, his cheek and back to his lips before whispering, I love you, Kenny. Im so glad your home.
Thread: Brotherly Comfort (w/ kckolbe)

He listened, still trying to hide his disappointment that there was no sexy surprise. He couldn't blame her, after all. It's not like she knew what he really wanted. If she did, he wouldn't get to get anywhere near as close to doing it as he currently could. As frustrating as the misunderstandings were, they were necessary to maintain the best part of seeing his little sister. There was some good news at least. So now that we're alone together you won't need to leave? I suppose that is a pleasant surprise by itself, he said softly, finishing with another soft kiss on her lips. He felt her leg tighten around him and responded with a light grind. This was what made the illusion worth it. He withdrew his hands from around her body, bringing them both to her cheeks. I love you, too, Kara, and I miss being close to you. I want to feel as close to you as before. I want to be closer. I want more kisses and tighter hugs than ever. He leaned in to kiss her again, gently holding her face.
Thread: Freedom is a Sickness (Tyr & thelittleslave)

Life as a free woman was boring, to say the least, but no one could ever accuse Rachel of not being grateful for her freedom. She knew quite well what the alternatives were - her own mother had suffered such, but she'd been one of the lucky ones - and she knew what her life might have been like, were her father cruel, or even just less successful. She could have been enslaved by anyone used as a servant or a slave-wife or worse, and she'd heard stories of worse. Of men with terrifying appetites, and who treated women like little more than pets or livestock. So as boring as it might have been, Rachel was content to spend most of her life in her own home, reading or drawing, or helping her mother with the household chores. She knew that some day, she would likely have to get married. Unmarried women didn't do well past a certain age, and eventually, she knew, her father would die, and if she was still unmarried then, it was more than likely that someone would claim her as their own, with no male relative remaining to shield her from it. So better to behave, and try and find a man who might treat her like her father treated her mother, despite her dreams of a better world some of her books had inspired. Even there, Rachel knew it could be worse. This way, she wasn't expected to work or contribute much beyond helping to run her eventual husband's household and, if he wished, bear him children. It wasn't an awful life. Rachel tried to remind herself that whenever she was miserably bored, or even finding herself missing school, and she was doing the same now, curled up as she was on her bed in her own pjs, enjoying her freedom to indulge in not always having to dress or be out of bed before the afternoon. She was reading one of her favorite books for the fourth or fifth time when the knock came on the door, which opened to reveal her mother. Rachel sat up, nodding as her mother explained her father needed to see her in his office. What for? she asked as she slipped out of bed, heading for the door without bothering to change. Her mother didn't know, so the girl jus shrugged, softly treading through the house until she reached the partially closed door of her father's office. Daddy? she called, gently pushing the door open, you wanted to see me?
Thread: Freedom is a Sickness (Tyr & thelittleslave)

Mike Mendez tried to think of what he was going to tell his daughter, how was he going to explain this? His house had been a sanctuary from the outside world, he tried to raise daughter in the old fashion ways, one that gave respect and honor to the opposite sex, that treated them as equal and not mindless fuck holes to be used. Most fathers he knew either enslaved their own daughter, fucking them from the time they could at sixteen and older or selling them as virgins at auction for maximum value when they reached eighteen. Mike had done neither, instead paying his daughters freedom fee when she reached adult age, allowing her not to go to auction. Most thought he was a wimp and pussy whipped, giving women such freedom, for his attitude was definitely running counter to the vast majority of the male population. Even today there was discussion and movement to lower the adult age of women to sixteen, as it was argued that several prime years were being wasted, and that would save fathers from having to guard their daughters before taking them to market. Have a seat princess. I have something important to tell you. He had been so close, his new factory was almost ready, if It hadnt been for bureaucratic delays, it would be ready, and hed be producing upgrade slave cages. You couldnt make money without investing money, and hed made the mistake of going all in, and now his daughter was going to pay. He felt guilty, because he hadnt prepared his daughter, she had been protected and sheltered, and now she was going to be shoved out into the real world with only the minimalist of training. Rachel had taken the required courses any girl had too, but even then, most fathers pushed their daughters to do more, because it increased their value when sold. Mike hadnt and now she would suffer for it, he just knew it. He lowered his head in shame, his head in this hands. Its my fault, I made a business deal, and it went bad. I pledged all my asset to get the loan, and I got behind, and now they are forcing forfeiture of assets, to meet my obligations Mike stuttered, stopping what he was saying, as he tried to tell her. All because of John Robertson, once a high school friend, but towards the end of their senior year, they both wanted the same girl Farah, and hed gotten lucky and purchased her, because even then Johns family had more money than his. Since then hed worked hard proving to Farah that he could be the best husband a man could be, and now he was a failure, hed lost Rachel, their daughter. My creditor John Robertson of Robertson Industries, has picked you from my non-vital assets, to repay my obligation. A Cunt Wagon will be here in 10 minutes to pick you up. Im sorry Princess. The sorrow clear in his voice.
Thread: Freedom is a Sickness (Tyr & thelittleslave)

It was a rare day that Rachel was asked to her father's office. Not that he disallowed it, or thought it inappropriate due to her gender although Rachel was well aware that this was very much the case in the vast majority of families, but he was a good father, kind and loving, and he preferred to use his office strictly for business or formal matters. And of course, Rachel had no need to participate in such things. Her future husband, whoever he would be, would undoubtedly think it improper for her to participate in his business matters, and so the teen generally contented herself with a more domestically-centered education. As long as she was free to read, amongst other things, she could live with that. Any other concept was entirely foreign to her, and so all she could come up with was that perhaps her father had asked her to his office because he'd found her a decent husband who was open to having a free woman for his bride. Earlier discussions had talked of waiting a little longer for these plans, but Rachel also knew that such men were rare, and they would likely have to jump on an opportunity like that when they had the chance. She still felt too young to marry, and she hardly wanted to leave her father or mother, but she knew she was still lucky, and besides, it wasn't as if she'd never be able to see her family again once she was married. She knew it was serious when he instructed her to sit. Rachel did as she was told, tensing a little even as she held on to the hope that he'd found her a decent husband. What is it, Daddy? she asked from her chair, noticing that the expression on his face was anything but pleasant, is something wrong? True concern didn't sink in until she saw her father - always so strong - drop his head into his hands. Daddy? she asked again, voice barely audible. The repetition was unnecessary, for he quickly began to explain. Something about business - why he was he telling her about business and . . . assets? Was it something to do with her mother? But no - Rachel's mother was legally owned by her father, but she was a wife-slave, and therefore untouchable by all others. But then . . . has picked you from my non-vital assets, to repay my obligation. a cunt wagon . . . Rachel stared at her father, eyes wide in shock. What? she questioned, voice soft and full of confusion, I don't understand, I thought . . . you paid my fee, didn't you? I thought I was safe, I . . . ten minutes? Daddy? She bit her lip in an attempt to quiet herself to give herself a moment to gather her wits. H-how am I supposed to get ready in ten minutes, how will I pack everything? John Robertson, have I . . . do I know him? Is he nice, papa? Does mama know? I don't . . . I don't want to leave yet, I'm not ready Daddy, please.
Thread: Freedom is a Sickness (Tyr & thelittleslave)

Mike heard his daughter, and felt her pain if for no other reason than hed done this to her. Hed guarded her, protect her, nurtured her, and now hed left he unprepared, totally vulnerable to what her future was going to be like. It wasnt like they didnt know the world they lived in, and didnt see the everyday, slaves being held, punished or even sexually assaulted. Slavery wasnt hindered in fact the exact opposite, today slavery was a center piece of their society. Maybe he was wrong and she had slutty submissive gene that was supposed to be in every real woman. I did pay your fee, but youre my property because of that, thus you can be sold or taken if I didnt pay my debts. Im sorry sweetheart, Ive failed you. This whole situation was bad enough, and then she started to talk about packing and getting ready. The poor thing just didnt understand, how could she, she was so innocent, so naive. Mike took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, if for no other reason than for his daughters sake. There is no packing you will be at the front door when the cunt wagon comes for you. Mike knew he sounded a bit harsh, but there was nothing he could do. It doesnt matter if hes nice, or a mean old son of a bitch, hes going to be your master for as long as he owns you. Now go tell your mama, and then wait by the door for the wagon. Mike didnt say it, but he wondered if at this point it wasnt just easier to just sell Rachels mother Farah, then deal with all the bitching and whining, and just go to the local high school graduation sale and pick himself out something new and fresh. It wasnt right he knew, but swelling in his pants at the idea, was soon going to be hard to ignore. He was beginning to think he was being the real man of the house, and his family was suffering for it.
Thread: Freedom is a Sickness (Tyr & thelittleslave)

This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. Rachel's daddy was kind and good and loving, and he would never let this happen to her, would he? Her denial was stronger even than her fear, and she found herself frozen still in front of him, trying and failing to grasp at some sort of understanding a comprehension of what was happening. Or waiting, rather, for her to wake up and see this nightmare ended. But Rachel was already awake, and her father's voice was filling her ears, talking about fees and property and failure - she was his property. She'd known that, of course. That was the way the world worked, but it had always been something on the peripheral of her life something she didn't have to care about, because her daddy wasn't like other men. He'd never talked of selling her, and he'd never treated her poorly. Which was his next words, short and direct, took her by surprise. Rachel frowned up at him. No packing? she repeated confusedly, but her father wasn't done, his next words bringing tears to her eyes, even if they were the truth. It didn't matter what John Robertson was like. He was going to own her, and by law, she'd be required to do as he commanded, no matter what. It was enough to subdue her, and teen could only nod at his instruction, barely resisting the urge to leap into her father's arms for a hug. B-bye daddy, she called to him in a soft voice before turning for his office door. She was supposed to find her mother now - had nobody even told her? Was Rachel going to have to break the news of her impending slavery to the woman who'd raised her, only a few minutes before she was too be gone from her life, perhaps forever? Rachel fled to her room first, trying to ignore the horrible feeling that came with disobeying her father and, sniffling, picked up her old school backpack, filling it as quickly as she could with a few of her favorite books, a framed picture of her family when her father had taken them on a trip, her favorite sweatshirt, and an old stuffed animal she'd had since she was a baby. Setting the backpack by the front door of her house, she then went to locate her mother, shaking and sniffling all the while. She found Farah in the kitchen, preparing an evening meal she wouldn't get to taste, and stopped in the doorway. Mama? she called in a tear-filled voice, I-I've come to say goodbye, I... daddy says I've been acquired b-by a Mr. Robertson, and I-I have to go now. The wagon is coming. She exchanged hugs with the woman before turning back for the door, making it halfway there before stopping, and running to her father's office, bursting in and assaulting him with a hug while releasing her previously contained sobs. Please Daddy, she cried, I don't want to go. I don't want to be a slave, isn't there anything you can do?
Thread: Freedom is a Sickness (Tyr & thelittleslave)

Mike was still in shocked, thinking about what had been, and what he should do, when his daughter game abruptly in to hug him while pleading her desire to stay. He soft young nubile body pressing against him, as she begged to stay. Feeling he hadnt known, or had suppressed for so long, started to stir, and he began to question his own ethos. Had he been wrong, other men never hid or squashed their thoughts about women as he did. Any desire hed had for his daughter were pushed deep and ignored, because he thought them wrong, or destructive. Yet if he was truthful with himself he understood why many a father took their very own daughters, even if it diminished their value upon sale. Maybe he had been wrong, and hadn't been a good father, and raised his daughter to be prepared for the real world, instead of coddling her and letting her have a false sense of reality. Still he once again suppressed those feelings, and spoke to his afraid daughter. Nothing princess, nothing. I cant do anything. He held her tight one last time, like he did when she used to wake up from a scary dream or worry about monster coming to take her away at night. Today it was real. Then finally he pushed her off, holding her at arms length, so he could look at her and speak. Look at me. Youre a smart girl, youre good looking. Take pleasure in making him happy, and you will be happy. Now go! His hands released her, so she could leave. Even as he did so there was a loud knocking at the front door. Even as he waited for her to leave, Mike promised himself, that starting today, he was going to change his life, and do something for himself.
Thread: The Cost Of A Promotion [UnicornHord / Phoenix]

Amdrei was more than excited today for a number of reasons. One of his underlings - a man who worked in data entry - had been up for a promotion soon. But that wasn't what made him excited. Plenty of people were up for promotion... but he'd known the man had a gorgeous teenaged son. He was of age, at least, so that wasn't really the problem. The problem was carefully coaxing the man into bringing his son to work in exchange for it. He had even thrown in a bonus and a larger raise than the promotion normally gave, just for good measure. Andrei had told the man to bring his son to his office for the day and just leave him - to go about his work as usual and just explain it as him being interested in interviewing his son for a position on a summer internship. So, he sat about his office, trying to get some work done but failing utterly as time passed. Although he certainly didn't care if the boy found him attractive, he knew he looked handsome in his suit - knew that his short cropped black hair and short beard fit in well with him. So, he decided to work through signing some papers as he did so, since he seemed unable to focus enough to do much else.
Thread: The Cost Of A Promotion [UnicornHord / Phoenix]

Scott has no idea what he is doing here at his father's workplace. He said that it was because his boss request it,and interview of sorts. It's not for a job, he's 17 so he is quite young to be working in a boring cubicle. He still have no clue, but they drove downtown, and arrived at the building. It's pretty big, but he has seen bigger. They went inside, reaching the correct floor via elevator, and is guided until he reached the boss's office. Scott knocked on the door. Hello? He asked, as he waits for some kind of response.
Thread: The Cost Of A Promotion [UnicornHord / Phoenix]

Andrei looked up at the sound of the knock and grinned, hearing the muffled greeting behind the door before springing up easily. Although he was middle-aged now, he still looked and acted impeccably young in ways others his age could not. This was, quite simply, because he exercised and ate right, not that many believed that. Coming! He called easily before reaching the door and opening it up. Ah, hello there - Scott, right, for that summer internship position? He asked as he gestured for the boy to come in. Come on in - make yourself comfortable. Thankfully, he was good at keeping his eyes from looking too hungry at the boy at the door.
Thread: The Cost Of A Promotion [UnicornHord / Phoenix]

Uh, yeah, thanks. Scott enters the office as he feels a little overwhelmed. He sits on the chair across the desk. Thank you for having me here. He is trying to not be too nervous, his dad begged him to come here for that internship, and hopefully the promotion, so he has to be in his best behavior.
Thread: The Cost Of A Promotion [UnicornHord / Phoenix]

No problem, Scott. He moved to lean against his desk, surveying Scott carefully for a second before deciding to start off carefully. To be honest, this is more formality, becuase I don't see why I wouldn't hire you - though, I would liek to know if you have anything else that might monopolize your time other than the internship. School summer projects, another job, even a girlfriend or boyfriend... He shrugged. That's just so we cna plan your work hours accordingly, though I don't imagine you'll work more than twenty hours a week. Well, he wouldn't stop him if he wanted to work more than that, but he was mostly focused on just getting to see that ass today at least, let alone see anything else.
Thread: The Cost Of A Promotion [UnicornHord / Phoenix]

So you want to hire me on the spot? That was easy... Scott thought that he.would sweat, but the guy seems reasonable for him. Well, I do have a girl. You know how it is, she is the.kind of girl that wants to spend every waking moment with her boyfriend. He assumes that he would understand, he doesn't know. But I will do my best, I'm sure I'll get the hang of things around here.
Thread: The Cost Of A Promotion [UnicornHord / Phoenix]

Well, yea, your dad talked a big game - you seem to do well in school too from what he's shown me of your marks. He shrugged. Well, we can, for now, just say you come in with your father for work three days a week. You can change the days weekly or we can set up concrete days for you to come over. That way you can plan around when you hang out with your girlfriend. Ideally, he wouldn't be into that girlfriend for that much longer, but Andrei didn't show that he thought as much. Later, if you find you want more hours or want to make more money throughout the week, we'll certainly work with you. He scrutinized the boy for a minute. Has your father made you aware of the kind of work you would do for this position? He asked curiously.
Thread: The Cost Of A Promotion [UnicornHord / Phoenix]

That seems reasonable, thank you sir. So far Scott is comfortable with this set up, but he wonders what he would do for his internship. Actually, he didn't tell me much. Just asked me to.come over for an internship. Was there something he missed? Was it important?
Thread: The Cost Of A Promotion [UnicornHord / Phoenix]

Well, see that's the tricky part. You will get paid for your hours on this internship, but there's something more you should be aware of. He moved to sit back against his desk, his hands in his pockets so the small bulge that was appearing from his hard on was hidden by the way he stood. You see, the work you'll be doing when you come in may be paperwork and some simple data entry, but sometimes I will call you up to my office. Sometimes would likely be an understatement - those lips looked like they would fit right at home around his cock, after all. And during these times, I will fuck you. He leaned down and reached out a hand to press onto his shoulder, a grin flashing on his face. And yes, we'll pay you well for all your time here. In fact, if you so agree to these terms, I'll give your father that promotion I'm sure he's talked about to you, as well as a few more perks than usual. If you, let's say, aren't sure and want me to test and see how willing you will be now and you still say no, I'll still give you money for coming here today and spending your time... but there will be nothing beyond that for you or your father. Andrei couldn't help but smile, knowing that his parents could use the money - that he could use the money. What do you say, Scott?
Thread: The Cost Of A Promotion [UnicornHord / Phoenix]

Scott would like to get paid for easy work, and this seem to be the perfect opportunity for him. He would cruise through this job in the summer, and if he likes it, he could stay. But before he could say anything, he looks at the boss once he said that he will fuck him. Wait what? He couldn't believe what he just said. You want me to be your personal slut? Is this what it's really about?