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Post by faith lilith williams on Jan 10, 2010 17:52:18 GMT -5
Faith walked into Joe's Pub. She was a frequent customer even when she wasn't legally allowed to drink. She came in for the food normally but he would slip her a couple drinks if she didn't tell. And she never did. That and as long as she wasn't drunk. Faith hated this city and the minute she heard of the slave market she dropped out of high school. However unlike most dropouts she at least gave herself a decent do it yourself education. She got her GED pretty easily. Since she could learn at her own pace and only worry about certain deadlines. Faith had been running from the system for a long time now. Seven years now. She was hoping that any of the masters she was supposed to have just gave up when no one could find her. They always did. Tonight she had a feeling that she was acquired by another ass hole of a master but she was never caught. Even now she wouldn't be. If she was caught, well that wasn't a good sign for her. Faith looked to Joe and smiled. He knew what she wanted and got her a glass of beer and a shot of rum. "Avoiding another one are we miss Lilith?" Joe asked. Faith smiled as she drank the shot of rum and then took a sip of her beer. "You know me all too well. I'm not running, but I have a feeling someone bought me and so now it's just a long game of hide and seek." Faith said. Everyone knew that Faith preferred to be called Lilith her middle name. It suited her better.
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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Jan 10, 2010 18:27:11 GMT -5
Patrick had brought himself a new slave though from her file it read that she was a rebel always running away from her masters and all but Patrick hopped that this wouldn’t be the case for him. From his contacts Patrick had herd that Faith was always hanging around at Joe’s which was perfect he needed to have a drink. It was strange for Patrick he usually was always at Joe’s and he had never seen Faith there even last night he was there but he didn’t ponder on that for too long. Patrick turned the engine on his Harley Davidson and raced onto the street, he turned towards downtown and straight to Joe’s maybe he could find Faith here or he would get his boys to do a complete town search for the girl. Patrick roared down the street and towards the outskirts where he would hope to meet Faith. Patrick parked his bike outside Joe’s, turning of the engine he looked around for a moment or two before climbing of his bike.
Walking up towards the doors to the pub, Patrick opened them and looked around inside he noticed Joe talking to a young girl she looked eighteen. Taking out his phone Patrick looked through the photos till he found the picture of Faith. Looking at the girl and back to the picture he had discovered that she must be Faith. Patrick made his way over to where Faith was he turned towards Joe. “Vodka thanks Joe.” Patrick said. Joe nodded and poured Patrick a glass. “Not with Val today Patrick.” Joe said. “Not today she’s got something to do with college.” Patrick explained. “You’re a hard girl to find Faith.” Patrick explained as he took a sip from his glass. “I’m Patrick. I bought you last night from the slave market.” Patrick explained further his Phoenix Warriors jacket was in plain sight.
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Post by faith lilith williams on Jan 10, 2010 18:44:17 GMT -5
Faith cringed as the boy who sat next to her spoke to her. And then spoke of the slave market. Faith looked to Patrick in a sickening sweet way. "Well you found me, but not for long boy. Oh and how old does that file of your says I am?" Faith asked. She knew that Patrick had her file, but did they have her age right or just give up after she dropped out. After all she was in a bar and drinking legally. Faith sipped more of her beer keeping an eye on Patrick. Her eyes then drifted to his back with the Phoenix Warrior symbol on it. She smirked. A biker, well then where have I heard the name Patrick before? Patrick, Patrick...oh my....he's the leader of the Phoenix Warriors how fun. Faith thought as she smirked. Joe brought her some nachos and she started to munch on them. So her new master was the notorious Patrick Schreyer, and for once her master found her. She'd have to be extra careful if she was going to get away from him. He had tons of people working with him which meant it would be ten times more difficult to get away from him. Kayla sipped her beer some more wondering what Patrick would say. She found it funny because whatever it said on her file would probably be just what they had almost seven years ago.
((Aah, sorry, I messed up my age calculations vs her freshman year in high school. she's 21 btw if you didn't notice she mentions the legality of her ability to drink XD))
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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Jan 10, 2010 19:28:25 GMT -5
Patrick gulped down the glass of vodka and ordered himself another one. Watching it being poured Patrick turned back to Faith he laughed at what she said. “Maybe you haven’t herd about the people I hang around with. Even if and I stress he if part you escape this city. I have thousands of bikers across America to look for you we’re even working on setting up branches in other countries, so there’s not a place you can hide very well.” Patrick explained to the girl. “To me you look at least eighteen but you’re file doesn’t have a correct age since you keep on running away from the system, but now that I’ve bought you all that will change.” Patrick explained further to Faith. “So how about you give in and let me get a better look at you.” Patrick added in as he stood a little bit back from Faith. Patrick took this chance to steal a couple of nachos from the plate that Joe brought Faith, he grinned as he chewed down on them. Patrick looked up and down from Faith obviously checking her out though he would suspect that Faith would know what he was doing. “You are pretty, I gotta say that.” Patrick explained to her. “So what can you do other than run away of course.” Patrick asked he gave her a wink before gulping down his second glass of vodka.
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Post by faith lilith williams on Jan 10, 2010 19:44:46 GMT -5
Faith smiled to herself. They didn't have her correct age which was how she liked it. Apparently she looked eighteen to Patrick. Well at least being told she looked younger was better than being told she looked older. She cringed though when he told her he had LOTS of friends in high places making everything so much harder for her now. Without her permission Patrick stole some of her nachos causing her to move and then having his eyes look up and down her. She scowled. "I'm sure many women have told you this, but I'll say it anyways...Pig." Faith said as she took some nachos and chewed on them as she turned away from Patrick. He asked what she could do other than run. "Like you'd get that out of me." Faith said as she drank her beer. She knew that he would find a way to get her to talk but she always ran and now she couldn't. It made her sick to know that. Faith continued to eat her nachos and drink her beer as she waited for Patrick to respond. No way was she going to be able to get out of her predicament. However she'd have to work really hard. Okay, so running won't do any good, but not doing anything for him is another good thing. But I guess I can stall for as long as I can. I mean, I don't want to tell him what I'm good at." Faith told herself.
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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Jan 10, 2010 22:03:50 GMT -5
Patrick watched Faith for a moment he really hated disobedient slaves, really slaves should learn there place and Faith will soon learn her place or be punished. Patrick’s punishments were harsh he once had a girl fuck his entire gang in town for two nights straight with no rest though he wondered if Faith have herd of the rumors of him and his previous slaves. Patrick just looked back at Faith as he listened to what she had to say. So she called him a pig well he was nothing like that at all he wouldn’t be seen dead working with the police. Patrick of course knew what she meant and was extremely pissed of on what she had just called him. Gulping down his drink Patrick took a breath before turning back to Faith. Patrick moved his hands towards Faith’s throat and pushed her right into the ladies bathroom.
Patrick slammed Faith into the wall of the ladies bathroom and looked back at her with a very anger look on his face. “Listen here, other masters may have been foolish in giving up on finding you all the time but I’m not one of those foolish masters. I’m you’re new master Faith and you will listen to me. Every order I give you, you will follow without question or you’ll find yourself being punished before you can even think about it. Understood?” Patrick yelled at Faith. Patrick wasn’t even worried that he had dragged Faith right into the ladies bathroom. “You’ll soon learn that I don’t take kindly to slaves that disobey me all the time.” Patrick added.
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Post by faith lilith williams on Jan 10, 2010 22:16:54 GMT -5
Faith practically chocked when Patrick took her by the neck and pushed her to the girls bathroom. Faith watched and listened as Patrick slammed her against the wall. He was yelling at her and she politely listened to his rant. He apparently didn't like being disrespected and hated a disobedient slave. Well that was obvious to Faith from when he had explained that even if she ran he would find her. Faith didn't care about being punished much. However she would be careful about when and where she was disobedient or disrespectful. Faith knew that if she was to survive the slave life that she was thrown into, she would have to obey Patrick. He had found her and he had one her game of cat and mouse. Faith knew that he wasn't a fool and was intrigued by it. This might be alright. At least he's interesting. Faith told herself. When Patrick finished she looked to him and smiled softly.
"Understood. Now since you won the game do you have any rules for this new one we're in. You're the master, I'm the slave. So as to make things clear between us and so neither of us get hurt unless the hurt is punishment on my part." Faith mocked. If Patrick wanted to he could choke her right here and now. But she knew that wouldn't happen. She was a slave he bought and she waited for Patrick to answer.
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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Jan 10, 2010 23:03:10 GMT -5
Patrick looked back to Faith as she chocked when he took her by the throat and pushed her back. Patrick was done with his little rant he hopped it got through to the girl he didn’t want to punish the pretty face but he would punish her if he had to. Patrick didn’t say anything to her as he listened to her reply to him he already had something in mind and he knew that Joe wouldn’t mind he had punished many slaves right here in this very bathroom and Faith and himself were the only customers so far so they wouldn’t be interrupted. “I do have some ground rules Faith. First rule I give you an order you will follow my commands without question or you will be punished there will be no three strikes and you’re out kind of thing. You take one step out of line and you’ll be punished. Understood?” Patrick explained.
“Now I call you come, no matter where you are. I don’t care if you’re sick as a dog or doing something that is important to you, you will come and don’t be late. One thing I hate about slaves is their lateness.” Patrick explained while he said this he let go from Faith’s throat. “Alright since you already pissed me off. First order strip down to you’re bra and underwear. Now!” Patrick ordered Faith. Patrick stood still as he waited for her to follow his commands he wondered if Faith would actually do what he commanded though if she didn’t Faith would be punished, he wasn’t worried that they were even in the girls bathroom of the pub he just wanted to see how far he could push Faith.
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Post by faith lilith williams on Jan 11, 2010 0:31:54 GMT -5
Faith listened to his set of rules to the game. She smirked. Faith never liked the idea of giving herself to the control of a guy especially an ass. However things were starting well, she didn't have to call him master. However his rules were strict and she hated strict. For a convict he sure was pushy. What a joke. He runs a the most feared biker gang in the city and he doesn't even loosen up about this slave system. Good grief, well sucks for him because I'm going to be the bitchiest, meanest, most disrespectful and disobedient slave he will ever have the luxury of meeting. Faith thought to herself. His only other rule was to come on time whenever, where ever. Which to Faith was the perfect way to fuck with him. By being late.
Faith felt Patrick let go of her neck and then she already knew that she would be punished for whatever was coming next. He ordered her to strip down and Faith just smirked. She leaned back against the wall and crossed her arms across her chest. "I dare you..." Faith said her eyes steady. She looked to Patrick wondering how he would take the first disobedience she showed. Now all we do is wait. I wonder how far I'll get with this. Be able to endure it all. When will he snap? Well now obviously. But when will I snap will be the bigger question. Faith told herself, her eyes still looking to Patrick
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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Jan 11, 2010 11:13:35 GMT -5
Patrick wasn’t a happy camper with Faith right about now though he wondered if she was really doing this to piss him, if that was the case then she was going to get what she wanted if not then this would be punishment. Patrick was pushy only because he didn’t like a disobedient slave was that bad? Patrick didn’t think so it was a master’s or mistress’s right to order their own slave around and if that slave didn’t do what they were told then they had a right to punish them and that is exactly what Faith did wrong today. Patrick stood still in silence he was just waiting for Faith to follows his orders. Well Patrick thought to himself as Faith finally spoke to him. Faith wanted to play games did she, then Patrick had a few games that he would be playing with her and he bet that Faith wouldn’t like them not one bit.
“Dare you huh?” Patrick said as he whispered into Faith’s ear. Patrick grabbed Faith and pulled her closer towards him with one hand he grabbed her pants and ripped them down. Patrick then forced Faith onto the girls bathroom floor not really caring if anyone walked into them. He quickly took her shoes of and ripped her pants of, Patrick threw Faith’s pants across the room. Next Patrick ripped of Faith’s shirt and threw them across the other side of the floor. Patrick pinned Faith to the ground. “Now you understand what I can do to you if you disobey me again.” Patrick explained to her.
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Post by faith lilith williams on Jan 13, 2010 0:25:22 GMT -5
Faith had almost foreseen Patrick's reaction to her comment and disobedience. He had ripped her pants down, pushed and pinned her to the cold floor of the girls bathroom, took her shoes off and then ripped her pants off her. Then he ripped her shirt off and threw it aside like it was a piece of trash. He asked her if she understood. Oh yeah, I understand quite well actually. In fact why don't I make it worse by speaking my mind. Faith told herself. She could do a few things it was choosing what she would do and one of them was to tell him that she wasn't afraid of him. And she really wasn't. Faith knew no boundaries and no fear. However she did fear one thing and even she knew that it would not likely happen. Faith just started idly at Patrick smirking lightly at him. "Yes, I understand, but that doesn't make me afraid of you. And I'm definitely not afraid of an ass like you," Faith said. She continued to stare at Patrick knowing that he would continue his punishment. She was laying here, almost naked, no doubt that she would be naked soon. Faith then decided to play the game her way. Faith smirked as she kicked Patrick off her hard and stood up, and looked to Patrick. "I'm not like your other weak bitches ass. I've probably had more run ins with the law then you'll ever have." Faith added.
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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Jan 13, 2010 7:43:55 GMT -5
Patrick looked down at Faith he grinned as he looked back at her almost naked body he placed his hands onto her leg and slowly moved it up to her underwear. “Good girl, though you’ll learn some respect Faith.” Patrick explained as he looked back at her wondering what to do with her next. Patrick was knocked backwards as Faith knocked him of her, he watched as she stood up. “You have some nerve girl.” Patrick yelled out to her, she was starting to get on his nerves he wondered if the girl could be tamed at all but that didn’t mean that Patrick wouldn’t stop trying to get her to respect him he was her master after all and she was just some slave. “Oh yeah? Lets see if you can try me on. If you want to continue this game then be prepared to get hurt. If you walk down this path pain you will find that’s it my only warning to you.” Patrick explained to Faith. Patrick charged towards the girl and rammed her into a wall. Patrick had many years in training in MMA which meant that Patrick knew most of the martial arts forms around the world there was only a few ones that he hadn’t trained in yet though he’ll get around in doing that. “So what’s it going to be?” Patrick said he quickly made a move himself by striking his hand towards Faith’s underwear and pulling it down.
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Post by faith lilith williams on Jan 13, 2010 23:00:03 GMT -5
Faith had the wind knocked out of her when Patrick rammed her into the wall. She coughed up air as she tried to get some back into her lungs. Faith cringed and bit her lip when the wall came into contact with her back. She was strong enough to push a grown man that was somewhere around her size to the ground but not strong enough to withstand a force like that. Patrick had defeated her and Faith knew it. She hardly had enough strength to struggle against him. He had warned her that if she continued on the path she was on then she would find pain. Faith didn't care about pain, she had gotten bullet wounds and didn't cry. Just kept fighting. This was no different. Before she had a chance to answer Patrick pulled her panties down quickly. "I think I'll find pain thank you very much," Faith said as she struggled against Patrick and started kneeing him. The only way he would be able to stop her would be to restrain her. When that happened she would stop, pretend she was being good then pick the lock or cut the ties. She was a brilliant girl and a fighter. This was a fight she wouldn't give up. Not yet. It was way too fun for her to give up. Plus she didn't have to give up yet. She was going to push Patrick more and more. No matter how much he didn't like it.
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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Jan 14, 2010 5:25:27 GMT -5
Patrick still held onto Faith against the wall he had pulled her underwear down, just to prove a point though he didn’t really care where he was at this present time being. Patrick watched as she coughed a little bit apparently trying to get some air back though right about now Patrick didn’t really care that much. Patrick just stood still as he waited for Faith to say something though nothing but showing respect to him would mean anything to Patrick right about now hell he was already a little bit crushed after seeing Kayla at silver lake earlier on the day, so he could always unleash a little bit anger on his newly bought slave, now that’s an idea.
Patrick grinned as he continued to look back at Faith he wondered what she had planned out though he was ready for anything and his next move was too rip that bra of her as soon as he had an opening. Patrick felt Faith struggle a little bit though he merely just laughed. Patrick guessed that she wanted more and that’s what he would do. Dragging Faith towards him he turned her to the side and pushed up against a toilet door. Kicking it open Patrick turned her around and slammed her down onto the ground so her head was just above the toilet bowl. Patrick then took the chance to unhook Faith’s bra and pull her arms to her back, using Faith’s own bra he tightly tied her hands together.
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Post by faith lilith williams on Jan 14, 2010 10:06:02 GMT -5
Faith was surprised when Patrick pulled her closer but only to push her against a stall door, kick it open and then slam her to the ground, her head just above the toilet bowl. Then she felt Patrick unhook her bra and use it to tie her wrists together and it was tight enough that even Faith probably would have trouble trying to get out of it. Fuck! she thought as she sat up and forced herself to turn around and glared at Patrick. She was completely exposed to him and she didn't like it. Faith hated it when everyone who was a master or mistress thought they could do anything to a slave they had bought. Faith fought the system constantly, but now she was trapped in it. Faith bit her bottom lip not sure what to say now. She could make another snide comment or something but she decided it was time to give up for now. Just lose all emotion, and be a shell, then she wouldn't hear, or feel any pain. Anything she didn't want wouldn't happen and she sometimes wouldn't remembered when she was in this state.
However in this case she would just relax and be well calm now. After all, she had no where to run, or hide to. She was in this stall before her new master and he had just completely exposed her. Faith couldn't undo her own bra since he had used the clips as well and her fingers couldn't reach them. "What do you want?" Faith asked. A stupid question really, he was going to punish her like this and she would let him. If he tried to have sex with her then she would shout rape. Faith rethought about that statement. Ugh...I don't want him to be my first. You'd think a chick like me would have had sex but deep inside you want that moment to be unforgettable...and you're older brother scares everyone away anyway. Faith just looked to Patrick wondering what was to become of her next.
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