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Thread: A gladiators prize (Me and Gagoiru)

Silva had known that her master was angry with her for not giving him what he wanted, but she had never thought that she would be sold to one of the arena trainers. She was hoping to go back to her old master, knowing that this trainer had planned on making her the prize for the fighter who won the next match, but she was not happy about it, some thick heated brute fighter taking her for her first time. She had heard from others to be courteous and obey and it would not hurt that much, but Silva was not the type to not test a male to see if he could handle her, but she worried that she would be hurt and was beginning to toss around the idea of being a good little pet and just rolling over and obeying like the slave she was suppose to be. She nearly laughed at the thought as she sat on the bed, having very little choice in the matter, her new master had dragged her to the room by her long silver hair and attached her collar to the chain that was bolted into the headboard of the bed, keeping her from being able to leave the room, but she could move a little and that was something, atleast she could get to the bathroom off to the side, and off of the bed if she felt like it. Silva was a drow, and her kind were rare, it had just recently become legal to buy and sell her kind, and so many seemed to want a woman like her, so exotic, dark skin with almost a purple tint, silver hair, full silky lips, and bright lavender eyes, that had made her very expensive since most her kind had red eyes or the bright blue. She stood only about five foot five, average for a woman of her age and breed, her body was slender, but she had beautiful curves in the right places, a D cup bust, very large for her kind since they were never very large and a firm ass as well as well rounded hips, clearly she was built for breeding. She wore what looked like a small bit of a top and bottoms, all held together by ribbons The outfit in her pic, the entire outfit white, and skimpy. Around her ankles and wrists were cuffs, with hoops for attaching a chain if needed, and they of course matched her silver collar. She sat on the bed leaning her head on her arm, her long silky hair flowing over her body a little as she lay there on her side, hearing the roar of the crowds, knowing the fight was over and the victor would be coming to this room for her, her heart began beating hard in her chest a she sat up nervously and waited to see who would talk through the door, wondering who he was and what he was. Her pointed ears listened for foot steps, knowing she would hear him before he got there so she would have some warning. Her new master had given her orders to please whomever it was and without a fight, or much of one or she would be punished, and she did not want him to hurt her, she was not too fond of the whip.
Thread: A gladiators prize (Me and Gagoiru)

Having had just finished with his fight which had been up against a vicious ugly looking ogre that had stood 10'0ft tall that they had found and captured in the wild somewhere. Thanatos the winner and still alive stood there in the middle of the arena right next to the armless corpse of the ogre breathing heavily and it had finally gone down after Thanatos had managed to decapitate both of its arms off after having been able to climb up on its back after dodging many of its attacks and somewhat tiring it out then with his broad sword as blood spurted from the opening and flooded the ground around the ogres corpse. With the crowd cheering it was then the announcer of the arena ordered for Thanatos to head back down to the barracks and receive his prize from the arena trainer in which he did just that. Walking back over towards the gate that they had lowered when the matched started that kept the two opponents from fighting until the announcer said they could fight. Thanatos then headed through a door as he opened it with his right hand and started walking back down the corridor that lead into the barracks from the arena. As Thanatos reached the barracks he was greeted by the arena trainer who congratulated him in on winning the five fights he needed in order to receive his prize which was his own personal slave he had the rights to use in any way he desired as he was walked toward her bedroom. Once they reached the bedroom door of the room that the slave was being kept in the arena trainer after telling Thanatos not to get to comfortable since five days later he'd have to fight five more fights if he wanted to keep her permanently left him. As he watched the arena trainer leave his presence and once he was out of site Thanatos turned the bedroom door knob with his right hand as he pushed it open and walked on it then closed the door back up behind him. Thanatos for an arena fighter he stood well over 6'0ft tall and weighed at about 200lbs of pure muscle with 0 body fat and as he pulled the hooded cloak of his outfit down the drow would see that the male had shoulder length white hair and bright blue eyes. As he stood there near the bedroom door leaning against it with his arms behind his back still he looked over to the bed and stared at the drow from top to bottom. So you must be my prize. I hope you wont be too much trouble for a slave? It was then as he kept staring at the drows body from top to bottom as she laid on the bed that Thanatos felt his cock grow a full 12inches long and 2inches wide in his designer loin cloth tan pants.
Thread: A gladiators prize (Me and Gagoiru)

He watched the drow as she made her way over closer to him and listened to her blabbering and most men at this point that he knew would have hit her and told her to shut up and do as she was told but even if Thanatos was a fighter he was that kind of a brute but he could be if pushed over then what he could take from a woman and if they invaded his personal space when he wanted to be alone. You can just call me, Thanatos. If you insist that I take a bath first before we do anything sexual then I will madam but only to make you feel comfortable being around me. He said as he walked away from the bedroom door and made his way over to the tub and stood at the side of it with his back turned to her as he reached up over his shoulders with both his hands and stripped his entire cloak off dropping it to the floor. After I undress I will undo the chain to your collar. Just don't try anything stupid that'll piss me off. I can stay in a kind mood but cross any lines and you'll be begging for your life. Are we clear madam? He said in a stern tone and with that he then reached on one side of the leather chest piece of armor and started undoing the straps and once they were undone he let the piece of armor fall to the floor. He was now just in his designer loin cloth pants and stitched sleeveless black shirt as he reached the bottom rim of his shirt and pulled it off. As he exposed his muscular upper body the drow would be viewed of all the scars he has gotten from all the fights he's been in that trailed all over his back, arms, chest and abdomen. With his shirt off as he dropped it over his cloak he'd then grip the rim of his pants pushing those down and off after he unbuckled the plate boots and kicked them off as he now stood naked turning back around to the face the drow. Arching his right arm and raising his right hand he'd motion his index finger back and forth. Come to me and turn around.
Thread: A gladiators prize (Me and Gagoiru)

She almost looked a little startled at how he spoke to her, it had been a very long time since anyone was kind to her when it came to speaking with her and it seemed to throw her off a little as he made his way to the tub, her eyes never leaving him for a single moment as he moved. Hearing his name she committed it to memory knowing she would be seeing him again, or she hoped. She looked at him as he removed his armor piece by piece, slowly taking everything off of himself until he was close to naked, her eyes wandering over his body as he removed the shirt and could see the scars. She on the other hand had none, it did not look good on a sex slave for her or him to have scars so different means of punishment were used so the skin was not flawed during the training, but once bought it was up to the master whether or not she would remain unmarked like that or if he was exceptionally cruel he would have no problem marring her beautiful body. Hearing him call her over she was a little hesitant, never having seen a man so well built naked, she was blushing as she nodded and stepped over to him. Silva was a little reluctant to turn around, but she did as he said and as she got over to him she turned around and brought her hands to her hair, shifting it out of the way so she could have the chain removed. His warning did not surprise her, but she knew if she ran now he could catch her, and if he did not the guards all around would have caught her if she tried to run. She waited for him to remove the chain so she could begin her job and clean him, hoping he would be pleased with her helping. Please, just call me Silva, or something along the lines of pet, slave, or what have you, but I am a slave, not considered a lady as free women are so that term does not really fit me well. She requested softly, her tone soft and calm, being called madam was odd and she was not keen on it, it almost sounded like mocking her, and it was getting to her a little bit. For some reason he did not seem like other fighters, he was able to control his temper and did not treat her horribly, he was kind, as he had said before, but he also seemed to be a gentleman at times, a funny thing for a fighter to be, but she did not mind, she found it refreshing. She felt vulnerable on the chain and standing with her back to him, her body slightly tense, wondering if he knew why she would be like that, while the only other thing on her mind was hoping this would not hurt, her being deflowered by him. Most slaves her age were not virgins, but her previous master had wanted her trained before using her, but he could never seem to break her and so he gave up and sold her to the mans arena trainer, both their masters since gladiators were slaves as well, but they had more freedom than she ever had.
Thread: A gladiators prize (Me and Gagoiru)

While he had been undressing he could feel her eyes trailing over his body as he got naked before he had turned around and after he motioned and spoke for her to come over to him Thanatos watched the drow hesitantly make her way over towards him and then turn her back to him and he could easily tell that she was a bit tense but he could understand why she felt so nervous around him and couldn't blame her and he then chuckled and smile when she told him to call her something other then madam. Then I'll just call you Silva. You may be a slave but you atleast deserve to be treated delicately and called by your name. Thanatos said as he reached with both hands under her hair as she lifted it and near her neck as he grabbed the chain lock connected to the collar and pried it off as gently as he could. There we go. He said as the chain that had been connected to the collar fell to the floor. He then turned his backside back towards the drow while she still faced away from him and he stepped his right foot over the tub and stepped in slowly as he slid in the hot water and sat at the right end leaning his head against the edge as he relaxed while spreading his arms out on the sides and closing his eyes. I'm ready when you are.
Thread: A gladiators prize (Me and Gagoiru)

Listening she bit her lip, blushing more, the color traveling to her ears a little as she listened to him. She could feel the weight of the chain being removed and it felt wonderful to not be connected to that bed against her will. Turning around she watched him enter the water and tilted her head a little, You are very different from the gladiators I have seen and the horror stories other slaves have told me about them, you seem to be a gentleman, and respectful even if I am just a slave. Thank you it is not something we are use to. She explained as she moved over to the tub and began to put the proper oils and shampoos on the rags and sponges, certain ones for certain areas on him. The water was magical of course, it kept clean no matter what, as though it kept refilling with fresh water, so it would not look dirty or anything. Once everything was set up she moved her hands into the water and gentle took a sponge, filled it with water and began to get his skin wet so she could wash him. Once that was done she took a sponge with bath oils on it and began to gently massage his arms, starting on his shoulders and working her way down his arms, going section by section helping relax him as well as clean him properly. She needed him to get out of the water so she would wash the rest of him once she was reaching around behind him, her arms around his shoulders and her hands washing over his chest. I know you are probably relaxed, but would you mind sitting up so I may wash your back and everything under the water? She requested softly. She saw no reason to give him trouble or lip if he was being nice to her, treat those how you wanted to be treated, something she knew of but sometimes it did not always work since she was in the position meaning she had no choice in what she did, she was just to obey and follow orders.
Thread: A gladiators prize (Me and Gagoiru)

As Thanatos relaxed there in the tub he'd soon then open his eyes to look to the side as she made her way behind him and he looked over his shoulder some enough to watch her prepare the oils and shampoo on the rags although he was more or less taking in the beautiful site of her flawless body and appearance. While all the more listening to all the things she was saying about him and the other gladiators. I guess thats why alot of the other gladiators that are champions as well tend to hate me so. Due to before you came along I had to spend my time with their slaves that they had been with for a long time before I came into the arena. He said as he then felt his cock sprang back up into its full erection when he felt the drow wrap her arms around him when she had started washing his chest and abdomen area after she had finished with his arms and shoulders. As she washed his chest and abdomen area Thanatos moved his head up slightly to her neck as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as he took in the scent of her bodys aroma while he then looked up into her beautiful eyes with lust filling his. Your scent smells so wonderful. It makes me feel so at ease. Where have you been all my life?
Thread: A gladiators prize (Me and Gagoiru)

She could feel him relaxing against her touch, softly rubbing, and washing, being gentle as she cleaned him, keeping her mind only on her task, but that did not last long as he moved his head in and against her hair and neck, she did not mind or move, but Silva was not sure what he was doing until he inhaled softly against her hair, and she could not help but giggle, For the past few years I have been locked in a dungeon, chained up by my wrists and beaten by my former master because I would not obey him and give him what he wanted as his other little sluts did, I never wanted to be like them and told myself I would not, so your master saw me fighting with mine and bought me from him, he told me what I would be required to do, and so I had no choice but to agree, and now I am here in your room, but if you do not win again I will not be your prize but someone else's, or your master's to use until you do win again. She explained, almost sounding upset by her words.
Thread: The (Im)Perfect Getaway (Still Open)

The light was shining brightly and for a moment Kyla Jenning thought she had died, and even thought she could see her deceased brother. But as her vision became clearer and her senses began kicking in she realized that she was on a white sandy beach and what she had assumed to be her brother was a log. Kyla attempted to sit up, but a rush of pain ran through her entire body, which caused a short, but loud scream to escape her lips. She looked down to see what damage had been done and from what she could see, it was bad. She had dark bruises up both arms and legs, and a few scratches, but nothing major. She was just sore. She attempted to sit up again, and this time she got there with just small twinges of pain around her neck. The beach was beautiful with tropical rocks scattered about and trees were like a wall hiding the forest behind it. The sea was clear and teal like she had seen in fake advertisements for cruises and airlines, but this was only on the left side. It was hard to make herself believe that she didn't see it before, but the large airplane was crashed on the right side of the beach. So it really did happen. She said quietly just staring at the plane with wide eyes. From where she was she could already see some of the bodies that were stuck on the inside, but there was no sign of the pilot. Kyla stood up and brushed her torn clothes off, attempting to get most of the sand off. She limped over to the plane to see who was there, alive and dead, and who was missing. She counted that twelve students were missing and about five of the teachers, and, of course, the pilot. She walked down the isle of the roofless airplane and looked at all the individuals to see who was breathing. Hello? She called throughout the plane with a raspy voice.
Thread: The (Im)Perfect Getaway (Still Open)

Nathan awoke slowly the the echo throughout the forest of a raspy voice. HE groaned as he sat up, rubbing his temple as he looked around. What the...hell...? He said as he stood up and began to limp through the woods. His leg was in severe pain, as if it were broken and he kept walking until he came to the plane to see a girl. Memory was foggy for him as he called over. W-Where are we miss?
Thread: The (Im)Perfect Getaway (Still Open)

Kyla's hello was only met by a soft groan, the cut up brunette letting her head turn to the noise as she whimpered. Malika was messed up, and pretty bad. A cut above her eye was dripping blood down her face, her clothes tattered and torn from the impact. She had several large gashes on her back and legs, the girl opening her eyes and glancing over towards the door. Well, where it should have been anyways. She had flashbacks to the car crash, the girl sitting straight up despite the pain and struggling to get her seat belt undone. Mali was freaked out completely. She didn't like feeling trapped, and the jammed seatbelt on her waist was the definition of trapped. After a few moments of struggling, she managed to get it off, the girl instantly standing up only to fall back down. Nothing was broken, but the surge of pain in her legs made her weak, causing her to hit the isle hard as she shut her eyes tightly W-what happened? She asked softly, dark curly hair in her face as she touched her cheek, wiping some semi dried blood off her face as she leaned against a seat gently.
Thread: The (Im)Perfect Getaway (Still Open)

Melanie Baroque 20 Straight Melanie lives with her adoptive family, the Baroque's. Mr. James Baroque is 43, works as a dentist, and has been molesting her since she game to their house when she was twelve. Mrs. Hayley Baroque is 45, works as a secretary, and has been beating her since finding out about her husband's affair. Glad to get away from the abusive duo, Melanie eagerly went on a school sponsored trip, only to end up getting stranded on a strange island. Melanie was confused, the sun shining brightly in her eyes. She sat up, her hand digging through the soft sand beneath her fingertips. Where was she? The last thing she could remember was going on the class trip. Everything had been fine until suddenly...she couldn't remember. As her head cleared her vision began to sharpen. She was laying on a big sandy beach next to a giant coconut tree. Roughly fifty feet away were the remains of the plane that had been carrying them. Had they crashed? Melanie was now shaking, the shock wearing off. She heard voices coming from the plane, her heart beating wildly. Were there others still alive? Hello!! Hello! Can anyone hear me? Is there anyone there?! She pushed up, wincing, and saw that she had a large gash going down her left arm. She sat up and managed to stand, slowly walking toward the wreckage.
Thread: The (Im)Perfect Getaway (Still Open)

Kyla looked towards the sound of motion and a smile appeared on her face as she saw that it was a person, struggling to get out of the chair. Hey! Kyla exclaimed, running up to the girl and helping her to stand out of her chair. I have no idea what happened, all I remember is- Kyla was cut off by the sound of a distand shouting and then a more nearby one. She smiled wide and moved off the plane to see who was around. Over here! She shouted. Kyla was feeling a bit lightheaded from her quick movements to see the others and she found herself sitting on the sandy floor below her. Can anyone remember what happened? She asked as soon as they were all close by.
Thread: The (Im)Perfect Getaway (Still Open)

Melanie made her way over to plane and saw several other people within. Thank god she wasn't the only one that survived. Is everyone alright in there? She poked her head into the wrecked plane, trying to see without actually entering. She felt nauseous, wondering if it was a side effect of the shock wearing off.
Thread: The (Im)Perfect Getaway (Still Open)

All I know is that... owwww.... clearly the plane crashed... She said softly, slowly collapsing into the sand willingly. Any other day, the feeling of the cool sand on her arms and legs would be a blessing, but today, it was a curse. She groaned and slowly pulled her tattered dress shirt off, leaving her in a tee shirt before starting to rip the shirt up into strips. She bandaged herself up nicely, the once white shirt quickly becoming stained blood red as she struggled to stand up again. We need to find out who else is alive.... ANd then make sure we keep them alive... Malika said softly, getting to her feet eventually and starting to walk slowly back towards the plane.
Thread: The (Im)Perfect Getaway (Still Open)

Melanie wasn't feeling well, not at all. Coming to the remnants of the plane's entrance door, she grabbed hold of it's frame, leaned over and vomited. She continued until she started to dry heave, hoping most of it had landed in the sand so it could be easily covered. She wiped her mouth with the back of her right hand, shaking it to get any bile off. Disgusting. How... She took a deep breath, trying not to heave again. How many are there? How many of us are here? She shook, stepping through the doorway and into the plane, afraid of what she might find within.
Thread: The (Im)Perfect Getaway (Still Open)

Just hearing the sound of gagging made Kyla sick, but she just consentrated on the fact that there was four of them there and it wouldn't be so lonely. She walked back to the plane and stepped inside only to see a new face. There are about four. Well, I have only seen three including me, but I heard a male voice in the front of the plane. Kyla told the girl whom she was beginning to remember more. You're Melanie, right? Kyla asked. She was familiar with most all the people at their small university. Stay here and look out for more survivors. I'm going to see who the fourth person is. She smiled and waved before stepping cautiously out of the plane. It was begging to smell like dead bodies and salt water around her. She walked to the front of the plane to see one of the school's professors. Hey, we're over here. She told him and waved her hand as a jesture for him to follow her to the plane entrance.
Thread: The (Im)Perfect Getaway (Still Open)

Clair felt a sharp pain in her right arm and looked down to see a bunch of bruises and scratches. she got up and felt dizzy but soon that past. She took a look around her at the beach. She heard a girl call out hello but did not know the girl so she said nothing instead she was working on were she was and how best to survive this new dilemma. She hoped a boat would come soon and take her back home. she sat there letting all this settle into her head.