Thread: Slave Breeding RP (Emmi-Mae and Sramnoy)

Yeah, Chocolat was a reeeally sweet boy in my last post. Especially the first paragraph xD. Anyway, when he does let loose on her, I think I can play that part- if you don't mind. Chocolat and Johari were both sad sights, but they were free. Chocolat smiled at Johari, and snaked an arm around her waist. I'm sure I could be made to feel alright. He told her with a grin. There was more than a bit of false bravado in his voice. It was obvious that he was in pain. Yuriy broke his silence. Those bars must have been pretty hot, or they would have never shattered from thermal stress. I'd be impressed if you could enjoy a slut right now. To which Chocolat retorted Watch me. Yuriy couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation. Chocolat had helped them escape in his own way, but it had been accidental. Yuriy had been the one with the plan. After freeing us, I think I deserve to do more than watch. He muttered tersely. Chocolat pointed out the burns on his chest. And what about what I deserve? He demanded. He was in a sour mood, and rightly so. Yuriy felt the twinge of irritation again, but hung his head and sighed. It's true, I have suffered less than any of you. There was sadness in that sentence. Gradually, it dawned on Chocolat that Yuriy was pitying both of them. When the sun came up, they were all beginning to tire. Chocolat glanced back behind them, trying to see if they had left footprints that had gone unseen in the night. They were faint, too faint for anyone not looking for them to notice, but they were there. We should probably avoid heading in a straight, predictable line. He suggested. They turned, and that lead them into a forest. They'd be hard to spot there, and wouldn't leave as clear of a trail. They found a dry patch of earth, and bedded down as well as they could. We could try and look for civilization... though that could be bad. Not all people are kind to passing strangers. Especially passing NAKED strangers. Yuriy mused, followed by a yawn. Chocolat seized upon Johari's wrist, and laid her down between them. Even if we find clothes, I'm not putting them on you. He told the breeding slut. His voice was teasing, but that didn't mean he didn't mean what he said. His calloused hand stroked her breasts, rubbing circles over her rosy nipples. You'll just have to go naked. His cock was finally stirring, now that some of the pain had subsided. I think you owe use both a big thank you. He told her, and lifted her legs. With one thrust, he was in. Yuriy yawned again, but visibly erect. The young bull vowed not to fall asleep without releasing his cum inside of Johari at least once. Master Wafai drew a curved knife over his finger, testing its sharpness. It drew blood easily, and it probably would have split a hair nearly as easily. He had stood examining the handiwork of his slaves for a few minutes. It wasn't often that he made a mistake, but this time he had tripped himself up in his own sadism. He was determined to use less problematic methods of punishment in the future. Who had thought of it? It troubled him, because he hadn't thought his human chattel capable of such deductive reasoning. Not the breeding slut, he thought to himself. Surely she lacked the brains or the spirit. She was good for little else but beating and knocking up. She provided a warm hole for men to stick their cocks. The pale, Russian one? He was meek, and hardly ever said a word. He did whatever he was told. He lacked the spirit. The dark one then. The one who had antagonized him in the first place. The one who hated to see his little brood mare raped and strangled. Well, he would see it again.