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 Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 7:51 pm
Straightened his coat and took his number. Inuneko then checked the candidates with nods, then got to his desired slave, caressed her cheek "Nesiko...beautiful name.." He felt her around in case she had any imperfections, judged that she didn't have any, felt her breasts and sides, then her curves. "I'll be gentle." He smiled and winked at her in a nice way, then took his seat, twiddled thumbs.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 7:56 pm
Nesiko was also grabbed and placed into the room as well. When she opened her ewyes, her twinkling voilet eyes looked around. Some of the gentle types would look at her, but she gave them a vicious look that read, Try me.. She simply closed her eyes, as if this bores her. Actually it does! There was some whispers around her, but more peverted.
"Ohh look at this slave.."
"Ohh she looks hot! Nice curves, good bust and looks like she has a good pair of a**!"
"Why hasn't anyone picked her yet?"
"Didn't you hear the rumors about her? A master she that took her in for take, almost was lucky he survie being nearly killed!"
Same old, gossip of why not many people took her on. When they did take her for rent, it was short and simple, it was either they wanted her to clean up there house because they are to damn cheap to get servents or like dressing her in a riduclous french maid outfit, bending over for them for peaks.
Or pleasure matters, she was a top experrt in that as well as cleaning. When she opened her eyes, she let out a tired yawn. Some of the slaves hear would tend to be girls, but most of the volunteered to be a slave, as well guys sometimes, but from the looks of it, it looked like they was forced in to it.
Some males, undressed her with there eyes, some females, probably scoffed at her apperance (if straight or jealous of her body). The females who where bisexual or straight out lesbian looked at her the same way.
As she waited patiently, this could take up to hours for this auction to be over.
-----------MysteriousMax Straightened his coat and took his number. Inuneko then checked the candidates with nods, then got to his desired slave, caressed her cheek "Nesiko...beautiful name.." He felt her around in case she had any imperfections, judged that she didn't have any, felt her breasts and sides, then her curves. "I'll be gentle." He smiled and winked at her in a nice way, then took his seat, twiddled thumbs.
When she felt the male's hand caress her hceek, then along the side of her body. Orginally she would been tempted to grab him and fling him back hundred feet. But since, that has happened before, learned her lesson with a very painful punishment, she didn't. She opened her eyes, looked at him. Her eyes read, Don't be to sure, I'll be the same with you.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 11:22 pm
Time's up. He slowly made his way into the arena, walking with the many gaurds, but none made eye contact. His eyes scanned over the many other slaves, as they slowly loosened their body for the fight. Atticus looked up at one slave, a big one, an ogre. Atticus let the gaurds uncuff him, but he couldn't avert his eyes from the ogre, as it slowly walked into the arena with him. The slaves made it to the middle, and there was about one minute of staring before a garud threw a knife at one of the slaves. It jammed into it's back, but Atticus was the first to rip it out. He swung wildly at other slaves trying to make his way through. The bleachers were packed with woman slaves and masters, just watching people slaughter each other. Atticus barely fought, but instead watched. Watched as they were torn apart. Watched as they killed each other. Watched as friends turned to enemies. For what? For a chance to have a wild night before they die like the rest. This was their system. This was their humanity.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 3:47 am
Kyrox had been sitting among the crowd of people for some time now. He had been viewing all of the available slaves for purchase, with a few catching his eye, for no particular reason. He had taken his number for the auctioning...154 was the value printed on the small sheet. Suddenly, his face took on an annoyed tone. He spotted his companion, Zephyr, coming towards him from a distance in the crowd. Kyrox eyed him with a disdainful look.
"You're late..." He spoke with bitterness. "I told you to be here an hour ago. The auctions are about to begin soon!! Do you at least have a number?"
"Be quiet minor..." He watched Kyrox with a faint smile, as he knew that he would be annoyed at this comment. "I knew damn well what I was doing...just call it some...hidden surveillance. Either way, the auctions haven't even started yet, so don't try to stress me too much..."
"I don't even know why I let you take me here...None of these slaves are appealing to me. Do we even need slaves where we are now?"
"Don't try to play dumb with me." Zephyr stated. "I saw you eying a few of those females over there, including that one that just got on the stage..." Kyrox flushed at the comment. "Yea, I know that you want your own personal servant, so that's why I brought you here. I may get one of my own, but for right now, I'm concerned about adding to our work force. We may have to kill off a few slackers back at home...."
"Yea...whatever..." Kyrox watched as the slaves on the stage sat there, waiting to be given to a new owner or master; The thought that he would become someone else's master seemed a bit overwhelming at first, but that feeling soon passed over, as his inner Vampiric nature was beginning to settle. His attention was turned towards that of Zephyr's; an arena was being set for battle between male slaves. Maybe this would prove to be an interesting distraction for him. Kyrox watched with a patient eye...waiting for the true auctions to begin...
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A Mistake Called Love Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 4:21 am
"...As you can see, we have the fittest male slaves for miles, and some of the most appealing women. All in which we take great pride in discipline and ..." It had been 20 minutes since the auction had started, and already the room was filling with anxious buyers. Some studied the male slaves in the arena, while others stared down at the women, grinning like the pigs most were.
Rose began to whisper to herself, trying not to be heard by anyone around. "There are so many people here... I feel so ... sick..."
It wouldn't be long until the slave auction started, when Reva was done with her speech, and the males were done slaughtering each other, the true auction would begin, and her life would be at stake.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 8:43 am
Atticus had killed to many to count, he was afraid what would happen to him if he didn't. There it was again, the ogre, but this time he wasn't afraid. He came head on with it, but instead of attacking directly, he rolled on his right arm and made his way behind it. Atticus leaped into the air and grabbed it's ponytail, and with a sharp yank, the ogre lost his balance. That was all that he needed. The ogre was dead, with Atticus' knife jammed into it's eye, and Atticus stood on top of it. Screaming to the crowds. The only thing the crowd didn't know, was that he was screaming out of pain. Emotional pian, to what he had done to those innocent people. Atticus had fought for his life, but so many lives were taken for it. He was led out of the arena by gaurds, and put back up on the stage. A gaurd raised Atticus' arm and yelled, "The arena champion, a hard laborer and a strong man!" They now had to show Atticus off to the crowd. The crowd would bid on Atticus, sometimes high, sometimes low, it all mattered on how the gaurds sold it.
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A Mistake Called Love Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 4:50 pm
How was she to feel now? From the cage she was sat in, she could hear the screams of fallen men during the battles in the arena. When all the fighting was over, only a few slave men returned. Spotting the man that sat across from her before a small bit of happiness emitted, until she spotted the wounds on him. The only thing she could do was thank the heavens he was still alive.
They sat him up first. How tight the shackles were bound onto him? No one could imagine. The two guards held him in place beside Reva who began to caress him, auctioning this man first.
"The champion from the arena, Atticus. A wonderful specime indeed..."
"At....Atticus... Poor... poor atticus... you must have suffered.... so much pain..." Tenderly her eyes gazed at him, wanting to take away the pain he felt, but it was no use. She didn't know if he could she it or not, but her moistened cheek was for him. Tears made there was down the brim of her chin, and she could only listen on to Reva's alluring, yet sinful voice try to sell his freedom.
"--The wounds from the battle may appear, a simple weeks treatment can relieve those marks. He's very healthy and is excellent in hard labor. Come now and bid for a mighty warrior, or a brawny play toy, yours to decide and yours to controll!"
The audience muttered among themselves as people prepared to wager for him.
"We will start now!" Laughing with the utmost iniquity, she whipped at his body. "Who shall bid first!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 6:00 pm
There was a small flow of blood rushing down his back, but that didn't matter to him anymore. All he could think about was his chance. His chance of getting out of this place, and going to somewhere better, or far worse. How much? How much will I be sold for? He pondered to himself as the bidding was about to begin. He caught a small glimpse of the girl who was the last person he had counted to come in, but something was wrong. She was crying. This worried him a small bit, but he was snapped back into reality when the woman slid her finger across his wond. On accident, or perhaps on purpose. Either way, it made him cringe.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 6:10 pm
The champion was set. A man named Atticus had been, well not crowned exactly, but chosen as the victor of the bloody death match. Kyrox turned towards Zephyr...he knew exactly what he was thinking. He knew that Zephyr wanted to purchase the winning soul, for whatever reasons that were in mind. Either way, Kyrox was not interested in the man; he was still debating on who to chose for his own personal servant...if there was a decision to be made.
Kyrox looked behind the man, into the dark cage...there was a small girl, who looked as if she was crying. He was not a full vampire, so he showed a bit of humanity and compassion towards her. He knew not why she was crying...but he considered choosing her just to find that out. Who knows, maybe she may be a good servant as well...
His attention averted back towards Zephyr. His companion had already stepped forward to make his bid.
"I'll give you 5000..." The crowd was in shock. Reva, the apparent runner of this auction, looked both astonished and delighted at the same time. "Why are you willing to pay so much for such a worthless slave?"
"You are wrong...he has just proven himself to be worthy of such an amount...he is very strong. Not only that, but I want to make sure that only I have the opportunity to get him..."
"You're wasting your time..."
"I don't give a damn what you say or think!" Zephyr shouted. "It's not about what you think, this auction is about what I want. Now I want that slave! If there's no one else here who wants to oppose me, then I'll give you your money and take him!" He looked around for someone to respond. One man was about to rise and speak, but Zephyr quickly approached him and sliced him at the neck with a concealed blade. He was dead in an instant. Kyrox was amazed all the while. He looked around for anyone that was foolish enough to oppose Zephyr again...there were none...
Reva looked coolly at the bidder. "For 5000, the winner of the bid for Atticus, is the gray-haired man that you all saw...Oh and clean up that body too...its morbid site is annoying me..."
"Perfect..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 7:57 pm
As tehy unchained Atticus he slowly stood up and began to walk over to his new master. A gaurd followed behind him in case he tried to pull another stunt, but all he could think about was how this man would treat him. He slowly got onto one knee as a sign of repect and said "I shall serve you well." He stood back up and took his place beside the man, not trying to cause any trouble, but the searing pain from the cut on his back made him squint his eyes as people brushed against it. He simply looked over his master before asking a question, a very bold question for a slave. "How many of your slaves have died under your command?" He needed to know. The feeling was crawling up and down his spine. He did not care if the man whipped him, he just held onto the small hope the man would answer.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 10:36 pm
Inuneko crickled his neck, finding the time long since he was in the main auction room. He wasn't in the arena like the others since he had not such care for it since he already was victor to many brawls in the danger room he was tested in for his capabilities. He looked at his hand and cracked the knuckles with a closure of his fist, remembering the times he was tossed in there and having to handle unfit beings.
Cringing softly, he then stared at the masters of all shapes and sizes coming in, cheerfully and menacingly grinning at theirselves from the bloodfest. They wouldn't feel the same way once they would be cat chow for him if they were defects from the lab. He was number 11, having picked his number early since he was so eager to have his new companion along with him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:01 pm
Since so far all the males wore taken, the gaurd grabbed her chain roughly, being the first one up to be bid. Standing infront of her chair infront of the audence, she opened her eyes. When she got up, her long silky ebony hair tumbled down, some rested infront of her body, but her hair like always stop at her ankle, just a strand of hair inched to her feet.
When she looked up, she looked around at the audence, daring someone to make a bid for her. But as usual, the bids started off low, but mostly by the peverted dogs.
Reva went behind her, "Look here! A most appealing slave! Trained edicately for you anxious buys. Supple breasts.."She pointed at them, "Currvy hips in all the right places!"
Nesiko didn't display any emotions or any interest in anyone. She was very tempted to cross her arms over chest and tapp her foot impatiently. But for this auction it took alot of patients, LOTS of them.
"We have 200! 300! 400! 500" Reva was started to talk as fast most bidders did when, people bid for something in auctions. It was very drowning, slowly the bid was getting very slow, almost up to 3000.
Desperate..... She thought, let out a quiet yawn. "Going once..going twice..."Reva continuied slowly when she thought the bidding was about to come to a stop.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:13 pm
Inuneko knew when to strike, laughed as the numbers grew. "6000.." He said firmly. The masters turned to him, looking rather small to some as he had a human shape of about 6 feet. He had raised his number and blinked at them before smirking softly.
Chatter and spatter started among them and none came to comply.
Reva was shocked "5000 and now 6000... I'm gonna get rich tonight" she grinned.
Inuneko blushed slightly. Why was it such a big deal? One smart alec raised his sign and bid 8000. He gave him a short glare "Don't waste your time. 16,000 $" The bidder fell to his seat, pouted.
Reva jaw-dropped pretty much "Going oncetwiceokayshe'syours!!!" She nearly pushed Nesiko towards him along with the cuffs and leashes. Inuneko gave her the cold cash into her hands as she nuzzled it. He firmly took the leash "Pathetic, aren't they?" He whispered to Nesiko as he left with her, done his job.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 3:27 am
Kyrox watched as the slave, Atticus approached he and Zephyr along with the guards there to prevent his escape. He saw as the man knelt down in respect to his new master....This feeling, although not directed towards him, felt very strange; to have another being obey and respect a total stranger. Regardless, Atticus belonged to Zephyr now, and his well-being was now out of Kyrox's control.
"How many of your slaves have died under your command? Zephyr looked at his new slave with disdain...a bad start for a slave-to-master relationship in his eyes. "Your business is with the present and the future. No matter how many that I have killed off, make sure that you do what is presented to you, and you won't end up dead yourself..."
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