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Thread: Leaving Home (Tyr & loneiysong)

EasyPussy was laughing and giggling as she draped an arm around his neck and nipped at his chin and whispered in her ear as she was usually always doing letting her lips graze across his ear. Try not to miss me too much. She finished it off with a playful bite to his ear. She moved to the door when it knocked. Her ass shown off. She opened the door and looked down in respect opening the door for the man. Olivia was not sure what to be expecting when she turned adn saw the man at the door. She looked at her father and moved forward to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. EasyPussy raised her hand to her lips adn blew her once master a kiss in farewll. She was moved to the back of the van. Soon they came back for her watching her give her father one last hug. I will miss you. She whispered and then turned and followed the men as they lead her to teh truck. Inside were a lot of different women all dressed up. Some like EasyPussy, others like her. She smiled and folded her hands on her lap. She saw that some women were ball gagged and were crying. What stupid girls, she thought to herself, only a woman who didn't know their place in teh world were crying. They had to do only what their master told them to. They didn't have to work, didn't have to keep up with potical problems, didn't even have to pay bills. Well, sometimes it was nto required, but a man could sell his slave, or just let the tax collector get a few hours in if he liked what he saw. A girl could have it so easy if she played her cards right.
Thread: Leaving Home (Tyr & loneiysong)

Jacob gave each of his girls a kiss, and his slut wife a last slap to her ass, sending her on her way. Seeing her sashay away, reminded him of how much he enjoyed fucking that slut wife of his, especially in the that tight little ass of hers. Oh well, he needed to put all of this behind him, and start thinking to the future. The stern, no nonsense man in the uniform brought back to Jacob an electronic device to sign and put his thumb print next to for each of the transactions. He also answer several verbal questions, for the record to further confirm his identity, soon enough the door was shut and the house empty for the first time in a long while. Turning back he heads to the living room to see what sales were going on television, and to start a search for a new slave girl. The girls were all taken to a processing center, those scheduled for the breeding pens were sorted out, and those with papers in order were sent to holding areas, while others were sent to testing. Those for auction were grades on their physical attributes and on skill sets, their slave resumes put in order. Virginities were check if such was noted. Though there were many women here of most were beautiful and in shape, few would be considered sort of fat or ugly, as those traits were quickly bred out. Man had used his knowledge of science and genes to help create the perfect physical specimens and to eliminate those undesirable traits. Force was frowned upon, and instead, electrical prods help keep those reluctant moving along to their proper locations, because of course it was a very civilized society they lived in. On occasion Olivia was asked questions, or directed a particular way. Some of the women now free from their prior masters were already trying to entice the guards, as they were the first males available, and a slave girl wasnt happy if she wasnt being used. Others seemed reluctant, still other antsy as if they couldnt wait to be shipped out asking about when they would leave. Olivia got put into a cell, really just a room with bench seats, like a waiting room, as they waited for the overhead screen to show their numbers. The processing center really working much like a modified bus terminal. Soon enough Olivia was on the special modified truck, the girls in her vehicle all asking and talking about who their master would be, would he be well hung, would he be good looking, would he hold them down and fuck them the way they liked it best. The conversations were those of slave girls, girls who wanted to be with masters, girls who couldnt wait to again kneel, serve, and open their legs. The talk sometimes very detailed, crude and vulgar as they talked about how much they loved cock and where they liked cock. Several of the girls try to involve Olivia in this discourse in their slave girl talk. So do you know who you master is, does he have a big dick? Which is your favorite way to suck cock, lying down or kneeling? Which is your favorite hole for him to fuck you in? All of them adding in what they liked or didn't like. One of the girls had her legs spread and was getting herself all wet so she would be ready.
Thread: Leaving Home (Tyr & loneiysong)

She smiled and walked away. She got into the truck and that was where she last saw her mother. Olivia was now alone in a world too new. She looked around. The processing center was strange and very different. The guards were helpful, looking at tablets in their arms. They helped filter the girls. She smiled as she was guided into a line seperate from the other lines. She was walking. For some reason, even though this was new, she couldn't wipe the smile off of her face. She stood in a line full of other virgins. The guards guided her to a room that was curtained off. She leaned back in a chair and the doctor came forward gloved and cleaned and urged her legs apart and gingerly slid a finger into her. She leaned her head back and groaned softly. The doctor felt her wall and then pulled back and took off his glove and motioned her on and made a reference on her chart that said she was a certified virgin. They moved her along. She heard several girls talk to the guards. She was directed to a cell adn sat down. Curling her leg under her body she smiled and talked to the other girls. When the number popped up, she walked out to the tuck. She was helped up by guards that touched her as if she was something fragile. As she rode she listened to teh girls and blushed. She didn't know too much. She didn't know anything at all. She folded her hands in her lap and blushed as they began to talk. Soon they included her in the conversation. I don't know who my master, my father sold me to save his business. I have never sucked cock. The most I have gotten was a dry hump in the hallway. I am a virgin. The most of a fucked hole I got was when the doctor at the sorting building was making sure I was a virgin. She crossed her legs and blushed a bit laughing. She looked at a beautiful fair girl with platinum hair finger herself. She knew she did not belong to herself so to touch herself in such a way could make her master mad. She bit her lip wondering if something would happen.
Thread: Leaving Home (Tyr & loneiysong)

Olivia watched something akin to horror and pity pass over the girls faces. In that moment, she despised her father. She was like a bird with her wings clipped suddenly thrown into the world and expected to fly. She dropped her head and and shook it as rage began to fill her. Fathers... She balled her fists up. She knew now why EasyPussy was always giving her looks when she thought she wasn't looking of horror. Like something was terribly wrong. EasyPussy had been right all along. Maybe that was why her father sold her and she was glad to go. She swallowed as the rage began to cool into panic. Leaning forward, she put her face into her hands. One of the girls, one of the older ones with strong features and body with long red hair smiled patted her back consoling her. Hey there, sucking a cock is not hard. If it were, then no woman would be able to do it. And sometimes masters like anally training their sluts. You will do fine as long as you try. She smiled wider and Olivia looked up at her. She opened her mouth to respond but the truck stopped and retrieved her. She looked up and around. Was her master the owner of this building? She walked flanked by the guards. Who talked to a reception desk and walked her to the elevator. She spied that the floor belonged to one business. She stepped out and walked with the guards. She looked at the receptionist and smilied. She spied the bowl of sweets and she began to salivate. How long had it been since she had candy? Masters were the ones that dictated when women got candy. She bit her lip. Her father let her try candy once but tat was a long time ago. On her way to school she passed a candy shop run by the candy maker and his beautiful sluts. It looked something akin to heaven. Soon she was snapped out of her day dream and lead to an office. Jeff Johnson. His office was large and a beautiful overlook of the city. She let her eyes roam over the picures. The man in most of them, the man she percieved to be her new master, he was imporessive. Everything about him screamed power. She instantly began to get wet thikng ofnd that lovely leather couch in the corner. She blushed as the guard began to sign her over and make sure that he was teh correct man. Giving him all her information, then they left. She stood there folding her hands in front of her and looked down, not all the way down so that her hair would curtain her face, but down enough that she showed respect. She stood on a dark rug and she had her eyes trained on the bottom of her desk. She hadn't looked at her master yet. My name used to be Olivia, but now I long for you to call me whatever you wish. I am here to serve you and be your humble slut until you grow tired of me and send me away. I selected my attire in hopes to please you. i am not worthy. She felt herself say. It was like it was all instinctual. Her tone was soft but yet clear enough to be heard. She did feel a desire to serve him and make him smile. His voice sent electric currents down her back to a spot in her stomach that grew warm and spread.
Thread: Leaving Home (Tyr & loneiysong)

The older man, surveyed his property, and though hed had high resolution three dimensional pictures of her, it still didnt do the young woman justice. Her figure and her initial demeanor were excellent. From her bio and course work he could see that she had a minimal amount of training if any at all, which he preferred as he found some of the trained girls to be all alike in their answers and responses. He wanted something fresh, something that was untouched, unsullied and even untrained. In his own mind it was a sign of laziness on mens part to find a girl who had the perfect pedigree of classes and experience, before purchasing them. For him a man should enjoy the pleasure of breaking a new slave in, while enjoying its transformation from the innocent and nave, to that of a sultry and sexy slave girl. To watch and enjoy the sexual awakening of her mind and body, while it learned the joys and pleasures of serving and submitting. Jeff knew that shed been given with her shots a birth control package, that would work for two years unless a counter agent was injected. Something that young he didnt want to breed, or have the interference of a pregnancy, he would consider later, depending on how things went. Hed paid a high price for not only her age, her virginity, but also all her genetic markers were excellent, which added to her value, as man had applied their ample knowledge and science to the art of slavery. You are here to serve, a young inexperience girl, without a modicum of training or knowledge? You cant even answer a simple question, should I then convey from that you are also stupid? The harshness of his tone was more to set her off to see what reaction he would get. Jeff already knew from her test scores that she was anything but stupid, but it never hurt to humiliate a slave just to let them know their place. Plus a man should always gain quick dominance over a woman, so she clearly knew who was her master. This time I will speak slower so you understand, not only will you answer me and you will do so with the proper honorific. Your name? Your age? The tone wasnt cruel or mean, simply stern and commanding. Jeff Johnson owned a successful company, and by some he would be considered rich, though for him the money was simply a result of hard work and effort, and meant less to him than some might think. Still he enjoyed some of the trappings of success, and the things it could buy. The innocent little thing with her head down was an excellent example of one of those things.
Thread: Leaving Home (Tyr & loneiysong)

Olivia blushed harder as she listened to him. She had screwed up in such a short amount of time. She wanted to cry, to fall to her knees and beg for forgiveness. She also wanted to shout at him and demand to know what he wanted. Instead, she looked down and kept her face unreadable. Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath and began to answer again. Sir, my name is Olivia Wilde, I am sixteen years old. She then swallowed before she continued. I am sorry if I seem stupid, I am just astounded to be in the presence of someone of fine appearance as you. I do not deservee such handsomeness or beauty. Please forgive me. She said all the while not looking at him. If she screwed this up, there would be no going back. She would have successfully ruined her life. But she didn't want to leave. Olivia wanted to stay and serve and be taught. She then looked down. Olivia took in a deep breath. She waited eagerly for his response.
Thread: Leaving Home (Tyr & loneiysong)

With a stern look, he gazed upon her as she now followed his orders to the letter. The girl was nervous that was clear, and probably afraid. Though she had expounded on his person and attempted to gain his favor by dispensing a series of compliments. Not that he didnt enjoy such verbal praise, but it did nothing to change the situation or to truly enhance hers. Still, the soft innocent way that she tried to please did not go unnoticed or unappreciated. Well slave, nice to meet you, and for now you are forgiven. From now on, you will just be referred to as Cunt and once youve been broken in, I will give you a real slave name. You may call me Sir, Master or Milord, anything else and you will be punished. His eyes continued to inspect her, pleased with the curves and development of her young body, as she was coming very well into her womanhood. His first impulse was to throw her on the desk and have his way, but that didnt serve his purpose in the long run, and probably would be counterproductive to how he wanted to her to develop. He was going to take his time, and enjoy each part of her submission and transformation. My word is law, and you will follow it without hesitation, the only exceptions are serious harm or death. I expect that you will endeavor to do your best, and never shirk in your duties. I realize your inexperience, and some allotment will be given to that but in the end you will need to put in extra efforts to make up for it. Do you understand what Im saying Cunt? Jeffs tone and demeanor was clear, he was a strong man and she wouldnt have any the wiggle room that her father had given EasyPussy. Though he sounded strict, also there was no malice or viciousness in his words. As soon as she answered in the affirmative, as he didnt think there would be any reason for her to answer any other way. Now slowly strip, entice me. Show me what I now own.
Thread: Leaving Home (Tyr & loneiysong)

She could feel the stern look on his face. She swallowed hard. She didn't need to look at him. She bit her lip. When she heard that she had been forgiven, she nodded. She continued to listen to him give her a new name. She felt his eyes move over her, but they gave her a different feeling than the boys at school gave her. His look gave her a real thrill that made her heart pound faster and faster. Wanting to give everything he asked of to him. She swallowed as he continued to talk. His honey voice washing over her and igniting the burning within her. SHe wanted to have him talk to her. Tell her everything he had ever experienced. She looked at him and smiled. Yes, sir, I understand. She looked at him. She smiled and then began to slowly dance before him. She was swaying her hips and ran her hips from her stomach up over her breasts. She leaned her head back to the side adn continued to sway her hips. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp that held her dress behind her neck. She undid it, but held onto her breasts and continued to dance. The straps fell down and she held her hands over her breasts. They were perky and full, but she did not let him see it. She turned so her back faced him and continued to sway to a song only she could hear. She reached behind her and pulled down the skirt of her dress and stepped out leaving her frilly panties. Wrapping her arm over her breasts so he could not see them fully yet, she turned and swayed adn danced and gyrated her hips in telling him how much she wanted him. Then she slowly did a spin and turned er back to him. Grabbing her panties, she let her breasts go and slowly pulled the strap down showing inch by savory inch of her ass. Her pussy had not been shaved but merely trimmed. She bent down so her ass would be snown and she turned and raised her hands over her head and swayed her now bare hips. She was taken with her dance too. She danced adn moved her arms over her head adn contineud to dance until he asked her to stop.
Thread: Leaving Home (Tyr & loneiysong)

The sexy young thing had taken his word strip to mean dance, or she felt that dancing was a way to entice him, and he could not refute her logic on the matter. The dance was slow as she moved and worked to remove her dress, taking time to hide her tits, not as a way to deny him their presence, but as a way to tempt him prior to their reveal. The girl was a natural Jeff was sure he' made the right choice, as he listened to her words and watched her dance. The young thing needed to please and to serve that was clear. The slave laws were still ridiculed by a very small minority, but Jeff knew as did the vast majority of people knew of their legitimacy, and more importantly that women were natural slaves, born form time immortal to serve. The young girl, not yet a woman, danced and moved, her every action a plead to be taken, to be enslaved. Some would say women were being forced, but the reality it was their destiny, and though some would run and kneel to be collared, others were reluctant at first, in the end few would take their collar off for any reason. Jeff smiled enjoying the young womans show, as she tried her best to show her body and to do it for his gratification. Nice. He commented when she let go her gravity defying tits, and did a little tease of extracting her panties from the crack of her ass, pulling them down to show her neatly trimmed muff. Jeff though experienced, wasnt immune to the feminine charms of a beautiful woman, and so as she bent, he felt a stirring, for as natural and normal for a woman to be a slave, he reacted as a man should. Before society was embarrassed or even reluctant to admit their natural and normal reactions to the opposite sex, now such things werent repressed or considered embarrassing, as both sexes had embraced their true feelings and sexuality. So Jeff made no effort to hide his initial reaction, and simply stood and watched her performance. Plus shouldnt a slave know that her efforts were working shouldnt she see the results of her submission? Continue. Jeff didnt say a lot, and he was enjoying the show, and though she wasnt trained in slave dancing, her labors werent unsatisfactory. The slave laws had done another thing and removed the arbitrary and ridiculous age limitation of eighteen for adulthood. Such was frivolous and counterproductive to man and slave, and was totally uncalled for. You could marry a fifteen or sixteen year old, but you couldnt have sexual relations unless married was obviously absurd, and discarded when the slave laws came into effect. Any girl over the age of fifteen was available, and if her master was older wasnt any issue, because it didnt make sense. Such was the common sense and practical nature of the laws. Come closer look at me, dance for me. Closer.
Thread: Is Blood Family (LittleLips & Frelance)

Markus checked the his watch and grabbed a sign he had made. Signing he stubbed out his cigarette and flicked it into the parking lot after getting out of the car . Part of him still didn't believe that he was actually at the Moscow airport to pick up his sister. A sister he had never met and who had barely been a bump on his mothers belly when he left home. Then two weeks ago he got an email from the family lawyer telling him that his parents had died in a car crash and he was now the legal guardian of his sister. As he spun the sign slowly in his hands he slipped inside the building and shrugged off the trench coat he had on and shock off the light layer of snow that had accumulated on it even in the short walk from the parking lot. It only took him a few minutes to fine the gate he was supposed to be picking her up from and after a few nervous minutes of waiting he bought himself a coffee and slice of pizza and went and crouched against the wall directly opposite the gate with the sign propped against his legs so it would be visible to anyone walking out of the gate. Now that he was finally here he tried not for the first time to think of what he could say to her. Its not like he could ask about news about the family, even if there was anyone alive to ask about he was the black sheep of the family and truth be told he hadn't actually wanted to know what was going on with his family for a very long time now. He had finished the pizza and was about to get out and start walking around to stretch his legs when the doors opened for the first time. The hard green of his eyes flicked up to see who was walking out and his hard gaze was reflected back to him by the first few people walking out of the gate. He thought he caught a glimpse of bright red hair and stood up picking up his coat as he did so. With the sign held at chest height his eyes flicked to the glimpses of the read that was a rare sight for him to see these days.