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Thread: A Master and His Slave (Me and Devious Slave)

Lawrence, or Lance as he was usually called, walked through the halls of his mansion with a sigh. He was a genious, already done with college, well the first four years, he was taking a small break from school and everything to actually enjoy life for once. Though the main thing that he was able to enjoy was a small slave girl. Well she was small compared to him. He was pretty tall, standing over 6 feet, and was not so much muscle bound but was athletically built, almost skinny looking. His hair was short and brown and his eyes were a soft hazel color that had a brown inside and green ring around them. His eyes though were covered by a pair of glasses that did give him an aura that showed how smart he truely was. Wearing a semi tight t-shirt and some jeans he kept walking down the halls with a sigh as he was a little bored today. No one lived at this mansion except for himself and his slave girl Pixie. He smiled to himself when he thought of her. It was a little early in the day and he knew she would be waking up now if she had not already and she would be looking for him. She was a cute girl, always clinging to him like a little puppy. He smiled softly as he jsut thought about the cute things that she did and he sighed a little. he hoped that she would find him soon. He always enjoyed her company. In truth he felt like this would be like prision if he didn't have her. She was there for all of his needs and she always was so happy. He looked out the window at the grounds of the mansion and he thought today that maybe the two might walk around outside for once. True they did do it is was just very rare.
Thread: A Master and His Slave (Me and Devious Slave)

Pixie knew it was time to get up yet she didn't even want to. She was still tired from the night before and knew that today wouldn't be any different. Getting up she yawned some and looked at the clock. Rubbing her eyes to see what time it was she sighed as she noticed it was past her time to get up well at little at least. Getting out of the bed she looked at her closet full of clothes and she put on a black short skirt. It being 3 inches long and a fishnet top being red and a black and red bra underneath. Brushing her hair out she put her hair into pony tails and then she looked at herself smiling knowing her master would love it. Going out of the room she looked out the window with her dark blue steel eyes and she then looked down the hall. Walking down the hall silently she closed her eyes smelling the roses as she went by the windows. The garden they had was nice and full of roses to give off that scent that perked them up in the morning. Opening her eyes she looked down the hall more and she smiled as she saw her master. Going behind him she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his back Mmm morning master you smell great this morning. Looking out behind his shoulder she smiled and then back away looking at him and wondering just how much he would love her outfit. Of course under her very short skirt she wore a black see through thong and he liked her to be smooth so she shaved every time she started to get more hair. Shaking her head some she looked out the window and smiled I was hoping maybe we could get some fresh air today..I'm sorry if it is a wrong day but it would be nice. Nodding lightly her bell jiggled some and her collar was a blood red velvet with his name on it with it saying 'Lance's slave'. She stayed looking out the window waiting for him to turn around and look at her. She really wanted to see his reaction to what she was wearing since she hadn't worn this outfit for quite a while.
Thread: A Master and His Slave (Me and Devious Slave)

Lance turned to look at her when she had finished and he smiled softly to her showing of two very sharp fangs. His eyes gave a glint or red color as he looked at her yes we will go outside however you do need to remember your duties he said as he bent down to his knees so he was closer to her level and he undid the clasp of her collar, something only he was allowed to do as it then came off softly. There were many marks, the only area of her skin that was in any way flawed. He smiled as he moved his mouth forward and he began to sink his fangs deep into her neck to get his morning meal. He drank for just a little bit before he puleld out, the wounds in her neck haling but not before a bit of blood leaked out. He licked her neck softly to lap it up before putting the collar back on. He stood once again as he looked her over 'A good choice for today he said as he watched her and he then turned from her as he began to walk. She was expected to follow. The two headed for the massive doors that lead to the gardens and the smell of the many lovely flowers filled the nostrils of the master and the slave. Sighing a bit as he walked into the sun he gave a slight hiss. Being a vampire the sun was slightly harmful. But he was able to be outside for about an hour or two at most before it became too unbearable. He looked over at her as he then gave a gesture that she could go around enjoying herself. He smiled and he began to follow her, figuring she would enjoy the momentary fresh air that he knew she loved.
Thread: A Master and His Slave (Me and Devious Slave)

She saw him turn around and show his fangs which she looked away knowing it was time for him to feed Thank you master and I do remember them I'm just excited today. She whimpered a little as he bent down and he undid her collar which she looked down knowing that her neck was marked from him biting her so much. Anyone who came to the mansion to visit him knew not to take her collar off or even to mess around with her. Feeling the fangs sink in she gave out a yelp and winced some as he started to drink it started to feel somewhat pleasureable. Even after being with him for so many years she still didn't get used to him biting her. She was only 13 and him much older in his 20's but she knew with a vampire or anything age didn't matter much. Feeling him pull back she let him lick the little bit of blood that leaked out then when he put the collar back on she put her hand on the freshly new wound. Nodding as he talked about her outfit she smiled slightly Thank you..I wanted to please you today. Following him as they walked towards the big doors out to the garden she looked at the ground knowing that she would only get to stay out for a little bit. He had never let her stay outside alone or even be alone that much in the house. She hadn't been able to sleep with him at all in his bed she always had her room and that was starting to get a little annoying. Looking up as they went outside she smiled and nuzzled his hand then started to walk around looking at the roses and then back at him Mmm I think we should cut some and put them in vases in the house..Do you think that's a good idea master??. She bit her lip and looked out towards the city still not knowing why he never let her go out to the city or anywhere for that matter. She knew not to ask it since when she started to or even made it look like she was interested he would get upset or somewhat mad looking. Snapping out of it she looked back at him and whimpered Sorry I didn't mean it..I..I..I...just wonder sometimes.
Thread: A Master and His Slave (Me and Devious Slave)

His eyes flashed red as he saw she was eyeing the city. he hated that place for one reason and one reason only... There had been another woman before he had bought a slave. She had been mortal but one day she had gotten attacked and was nearly dead when he found her. He had given her the gift of the vampire but instead of thanking him she freaked out and ran off to the city... never to return... He was reminded of that day with each mension of the city in any form. He watched her and he said Just move... to the center of the gardens... he said. Now his skin was pretty pale from being inside, as was hers... he seemed to like it that way and he got mad if she was outside for to long. He walked with her as he tried his hardest to forget the city.
Thread: A Master and His Slave (Me and Devious Slave)

She looked at him then whimpered some knowing there was a reason but not wanting to ask why. Nodding some as he said to go she started to walk towards the middle of the garden. She knew he liked her being pale and it was probably cause he would think she was his lover. She wanted to be his lover but she just didn't know if he would want that she didn't even know most of what he felt. Closing her eyes as she sat down on the bench she leaned her head back and looked up at the sky. She still wondered if he loved her like she did him or if he just wanted her blood and to use her. Biting her lip she felt herself start to burn some. Her skin was majorly sensitive and she didn't like when her started to burn. It usually meant she was going to get a sun burn and if she did well Lance her master wouldn't be happy about it. Looking at Lance she whimpered lowly I need to go back inside..I'm going to get a sun burn and I know you don't like it when that happens. Getting up she started to walk back towards the mansion not even looking back at him to see what his reaction was. She wished so much that he would wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear how much he loved her. It seemed that wouldn't happen or soon at least.
Thread: A Master and His Slave (Me and Devious Slave)

He watched her run off and he followed, taking nice steady strides though he felt a simmular feeling, and he was in slight pain from the sun. He walked back inside and he closed the doors behind him as the blinds closed and he turned to look at her as she would be right inside. His eyes watching her as he then said 'To your bedroom... he then began to walk, he expected her to follow and if not she would be beaten for it. He walked along in silence. He seemed just off in another world... a painful one as he remembered his life before her. In truth he did like her... he was not sure if he thought of her as more than a slave because he was slightly scared... If he freed her just so he could date her and have her be his lover... she would leave him like the other. He just shook his head and he opend the soor to her room and he stepped inside as he looked over his shoulder at her and he said I think you know what I want this was the only other thing he asked from her. Blood and Sex... He knew she was young but he liked them petite looking. Too much breast or if they were too old it just made him feel sick. He waited for her to undress, naturally she would make it into a show for him as he sat down in a large armchair, there just for him.
Thread: A Master and His Slave (Me and Devious Slave)

She whimpered and growled lowly as he told her to go to her room Lance.... She just looked at the ground and followed. It looked like he was just using her until someone else came along someone that could live forever with him. She wasn't going to let anyone else get to him and she would not let that happen even if she killed or almost killed. She didn't like how he was being so quiet and she whimpered hard looking up at him wondering what he was thinking. Feeling his eyes on her she looked up at him and bit her lip looking away as he told her what to do in a way without being direct. Yes I know what you want..I always do. She stopped and shut the door to her room as she went over into his chair. Looking down at the ground she started to take her clothes off teasingly but not with as much effort as she had put before. Looking at him she bit her lip and went over kneeling down in front of him and she trailed her nails down his thighs Sorry I can't do more or be more to you....then just a slave. She looked down and started to rub at his cock lightly wondering what was going to happen. Feeling a chill go down her spine she whimpered lowly hoping he wasn't made at the comment she just made.
Thread: A Master and His Slave (Me and Devious Slave)

Hie eyes flashed a dangerious red as he glared down at her and he said to her You are my slave... you are to stay here with me until either I see fit to remove you or you die his eyes were now completely red as he looked at her 'You have been complaining quite a bit today... do you not like the life I have given you? his eyes showed his anger with her. She had first looked to the city... now this where she was questioning her place.
Thread: A Master and His Slave (Me and Devious Slave)

She whimpered and looked down to the ground not liking what he said. Biting her lip she was scared now at what he said I just wanted you to treat me more then a slave..but if I can't have it I might as well just get away from this place and have you find a different girl. Growling lowly she got up grabbed her clothes and put them on Have a fun time cause by tomorrow I'm out of here..unless you can stop me somehow. Opening the door she went out and slammed it shut letting him know just how pissed off she was. Running to one of the other room she shut and locked the door then slide down it. She didn't know what to feel. She was sad, mad, Confused, happy she was just mixed the hell up. Burying her face into her arms she started to cry tears rolling down her cheeks fast. She wanted to keep herself quiet but it was hard.
Thread: A Master and His Slave (Me and Devious Slave)

He gritted his teeth... very angry with her but if she wanted to leave fine... He walked from her room and down the hallway to his bedroom. In truth he had no bed, but a coffin... that was why she was never allowed to sleep in his bed. He growled as he just walked away from her, from everything and he wanted to just be alone... being around mortals... they always hurt.
Thread: Someone join!  Star Wars!

I'll start out a with an opening post. If I manage to catch your eye, please post. First come first served folks! Jaina slowly walked down the loading dock of her ship 'Stark', closely followed by a greygreen droid with a blaster rifle carbine slung over its shoulder and a vibro-blade strapped to its back. To a regular civilian the droid looked like a normal protocol droid though few knew that it was an assassin droid that had been outfitted to kill jedi effectively. Jaina had come to Nar Shadda to 'find' someone, or at least that was what she would tell anyone who asked. Mistress... The droid suddenly piped up, looking down at the Sith with its glowing red eyes. Query Are we going to find a Jedi on this planet? After all, your last two 'hunches' led us to a swamp on Gamorr, and Tattooine. He paused for a moment before speaking again. Though, those desert savages provided excellent target practice. Jaina sighed and grinned at the droid, most Sith would have beheaded the machine for questioning their abilities but the HK droid was much to useful for that. Just trust me on this one HK I've got a good feeling about this planet. Among the sith, she was considered of a fairly high rank if you could call it that. Various younglings had approached her, trying to become her apprentice though she never accepted. Though she was without a master, that didnt mean she wanted some inept moron following her around. It wasnt long before they reached the end of the landing dock which led straight into the refugee sector of Nar Shadaa. Jaina took a deep breath and let go of her senses, allowing herself to feel the pain and suffering of the destitute around her, the haughtiness of those who were wealthy enough to live in luxury. This city was truly a wonderful place for someone like her. The odd looking pair walked for a short while before the HK droid spoke again . Suggestion Perhaps we should try spitting up Mistress. My sensors can spot a Jedi just as easily as you can. His voice was rising and falling in the normal HK droid manner. Jaina had been trying to figure out how to make the droid stop using words like query or condescending explanation at the beginning of sentences though she had very little success. Good idea HK, Ill search the bars and Pazzak Dens, you take care of the lower sectors. Feel free to interrogate the refugees as you see fit. She nodded, pointing at a large blast door that led to the underground area where the refugees were forced to live. Embarrassed response Oh Mistress you know me too well. It replied snapping a casual salute before stalking off. She had outfitted the droid with a cortosis alloy chassis so he wouldnt get mowed down by a blaster or a light saber. As well as a robotic muscular system that allowed him to move fluidly enough to be proficient in hand to hand combat. Quickly, she went to the pazzak den. She figured she could make some credits while searching for this jedi.
Thread: Someone join!  Star Wars!

Aola Ani leaned back in her chair settling the back against the wall. her hood was pulled far forward to conceal her eyes and most of her face the shadows only allowing people to see her mouth. Her skin was a deep dark red almost the color of blood it had been one of the biggest reasons that the Jedi had been reluctant to except her into training. Seeing as red was normally part of the Sith??s markings and it made many of the master??s uneasy. Fortunately there had been one that was not blinded by predigest though she was blind to the real world as he eyes had been taken by a Sith. Over the years of training Aola had proven herself to be a adept at Telekinesis to the point of almost being a prodigy finding it to be easier than any of the other students. However unlike the other students she had a hard time with mind affecting abilities she just couldn??t seem to get a handle on them. She looked at the hand she had been dealt and looked up at the player across from her. despite the fact that she could not effect another??s mind with the force easily she had other ways. After all she was a Twi??lek and a female considered attractive even among her own people let alone the rest of the galaxy. The only females that could match her for charm and seduction were Zeltron??s and only because they could control the pheromones they released and use them to effect other??s attitudes toward them. She was winning this game and was going to leave as soon as she finished having won enough to cover her needs for the next few days. She wore a simple all tempture cloak which had the hood up the cape draped over her shoulders. She was not however in traditional Jedi robes despite her being a knight. She wore a short skirt that brushed against her knee just long enough to preserve modesty without hindering her fighting. Her top was tight across her breasts and though it covered them fully it left little to the imagination. The sleeves were long and flowing again to not hinder her fighting but also to conceal the lightsabers up both of them. The skirt and top left her midriff bare and her toned stomach and long legs always drew many eyes of both genders where ever she went.
Thread: A Flexing of the Literary Muscles

Feel free to hop in. No direction, no purpose this time. Train your adaptability skills With a hush and a sigh, a medium sized blackwood bush stood up from its position nestled against the trunk of an ancient oak tree, kicked some sickly-looking mushrooms that appeared to have been growing from the tips of both its boots, which appeared from apparently nowhere and released a massive yawn, stretching a pair of wiry, muscular, human arms up and out into the air, originating from somewhere within the now standing erect shrubbery. The man-flora then began to walk. As it strode through the woodland at a healthy gate, though disturbingly quiet, capable of avoiding snapping even the quietest of twigs with an ancient's expertise, the leaves and branches of the plant began to withdraw inwards, as if being vacuumed by some miniature force. As the bush began to disappear, though, it was replaced by more human anatomy. Branches evolved muscles, leaves narrowing into hair strands and falling against his green-tinged flesh to remain only as intricately drawn tattoos. Eventually, in the bush's wake, continued striding a man of modest handsomeness, fawn-flavored freckles spotting his arms and face, his hair a mane of curly earth brown and his eyes as green and ancient as the earth itself. He was armed with an immature, dimple-tipped smile and a rusting weapon tied to his hip by a belt of vines. The forest child tilted his head up at thrush bird's panicked warbling cry from above and pinching his lips together, replied in a series of whistles and chirps that appeared to immediately satisfy if not outright calm the tiny beast. It had been a nice nap, the last half century, but if he'd been awakened it meant someone or somethings were disturbing his wood. The Wren did not like disturbers of the wood. Not one bit.
Thread: A Flexing of the Literary Muscles

White paws padded silently on the loam of the forest floor, long claws not leaving a mark. Raelin ran through the woods, her nose twitching violently, a strange new scent littering the area. Her grey fur was standing on end, her silver eyes flicking between trees for the source of the odd new smell. Her ears were strained for any sound, but she heard none. Something was wrong with the trees. They were calling out, but the message they were sending was jumbled, and she couldn't understand it. It made her head hurt to listen, the chaos tearing at her heart. She had to find out why they were suffering.
Thread: A Flexing of the Literary Muscles

Skywatch to Foresthome, come in, Over Anderson glanced at the radio as it repeated the phrase severa times. Finally, he stepped away from the simply wondrous view of the wooded valley below the ridgeline where he had landed and established the point of contact. He went to the mic and replied to the call from the still orbiting colony ship. This is Foresthome. Go ahead Skywatch. Over. His command began running down the list of items on the protocols that had been developed to minimize the intrusionary footprint their presence would make upon both the planet as a whole and, more specifically, the particular biosphere formed by the forest, foothills, and valleys where Anderson found himself. Understood, Skywatch. Will begin exploration in the morning, next contact at 0900. I am going to finis securing the basecamp, cleanup a bit, and get some sleep. Over. Roger that Foresthome. Skywatch Over and Out. Anderson kicked back and marveled at the colours of the sunset. Oranges, reds, purples...nothing this vivid had been seen on any world he'd visited for decades. He pulled up his modular pack and took out the mirror. A little smudged and in need of a shave, but he was clean enough for now. Not like I have anyone to impress down here. Damn budget cuts, sending one person to do a team's job. He set the perimeter's proximity alarms and swung up into a hammock he'd rigged among one of the tighter stand of trees. Speaking directly into his watch, Anderson intoned, Alarm zero-five-hundred, Mark. He made a run of his slender fingers through his newly crewcut red hair, then settled his hat over his face and positioned his hands behind his head and tried to sleep.
Thread: A Flexing of the Literary Muscles

Raelin heard a strange noise, like a hissing snake, and then a voice. The sounds repeated several times, and it seemed to be coming from a ledge up above the forest, echoing out over the trees. She listened closer, and could almost pinpoint the spot it came from. She ran to the base of the cliff and sniffed, trying to catch a hint at the sound's owner. Suddenly flesh melted and molded, changing like water, and she took on the form of a small red bird, her wingspan no more than few inches. Flying quickly to the top of the cliff, she stared down at a man with an odd contraption in his hand.