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"Alright, but in the mean time, I think we should do something about this." He said as he gripped his cock.

"How are you at giving blowjobs?" He grinned.
 
Carmen

"Blow jobs? Never have." I smiled, lying clearly but grinning. Pushing myself from the wall, I knelt down in the shower and took his hardened cock from his hand. slowly I began to stroke him a little, watching the white bead of precum rise quickly to the head of his prick.
"Mmmmmmmm nice.." I moaned, my mouth watering already wanting to claim the prize. Moving forward, my tongue began to slowly lap around the head, moving in circles, getting closer and closer to the drop of precum. With my hand holding the base of his cock, I ran the other up his inner thigh, stopping to stroke the sensitive skin between his balls and ass. Lips parting, i moved down a little further, letting the head come in and rest on my tongue, my teeth lightly brushing the ridge around the head.
Moaning, I felt the drop land on my tongue. Backing off, I closed my lips and suckled on my tongue, enjoying the flavor.
I felt the tingle down deep, the reaction that came naturally when inhaling the raw scent of sex.. Moving forward, my lips parted as my tongue danced up and down the shaft. Licking from base to tip, letting my nose brush against the vein in his shaft, I wet him thuroughly before sliding him into my mouth. Applying suction I worked up and down, taking only a few inches every now and then until I had half moving in and out of my mouth. My hand working with my mouth, I let my tongue dance over him.
 
He couldn't understand a man that didn't enjoy a blowjob. Sure it was different than fucking a pussy, not as tight, but just as warm and wet, and if the woman giving the blowjob was like Carmen, devoted to giving her man pleasure, and genuinely enjoying it as well, the enthusiasm for the action maore than made up for lack of tightness. Then of course, there is the tongue to consider, the flexibility of the neck, and the suction. Indeed, a Blowjob was magnificent when done right. And Carmen was doing it mroe than right.

Within seconds of his shaft entering her mouth, it grew longer and wider, and harder than it was before. His hands rested on her head, presumably to guide her movements, but he largely let her do what she wanted. The shower almost drowned out the loud slurping sounds coming from her, but he coud still hear, which turned him on even more.
 
Carmen

Loudly slupring and sucking on his cock, I felt the wetness in my own sex begin to flow. shaking a little, my own desires building with his, I kept moving, suctioning tighter and going deeper. Relaxing my throat, I titled my head a little and pushed him past my tonsils and down into my throat. Relaxing as best I could, I got past the gag reflex and felt him shudder in pleasure.
His hands tightened in my hair, tugging a little, cueing me in on his pleasure even more. Moving back, I held the tip between my lips and lavved the head with my tongue before moving down until my nose was buried in his public hair. Pulling off, I applied as much suction as I could, letting my tongue dance up the main vein in his cock. Quicker and quicker I moved, my hand stroking with my mouth, he was fully incased between mouth and hand.
I pulled off, glancing at him as I jerked off his cock, "Cum for me.. feed me Master!.." I moaned out, moving back over him and taking him completely once again. Breathing only when his cock moved far enough out, I got into a good rhythm and kept it up.
 
His cock was drooling precum as she deepthroated him, his hands grabbing hold of her hair in appreciation. When she pulled away he looked down aboutto scold her, but that died on his lips as he heard what she said.

After that she set up a rhythm of deep throating and teasing his cock head in a pattern that drove him wild. He tried hard to hold back until she went for a breath, and his cock was mostly out of her mouth. With only the head inher mouth, he came, shooting his load into her waiting mouth.
 
Carmen

His shout didn't alert me, his tightened balls did. Positioning just right, I kept my hand moving and my tongue darting all around the head of his prick. Moaning loudly, I felt the first spurt of cum shoot into my throat. Groaning, I began to suckle harder, milking his cock and swallowing at the same time. Again and again he shot off! He had some build up in there, my god! I could count at least ten spurts before they started to have less projection. Jerking his cock from my mouth, I jerked him off, holding my mouth open and letting the last two spurts shoot into the waiting hole. My tongue held out, surprisingly I did not miss a single shot.
Smiling, I kept suckling until he was completely clean of his own juices. Leaning back, I ran my fingertip along the corner of my mouth and suckled the finger tip clean. Giving him a little wink and a grin, I stood up and kissed him softly. Wanting more, but knowing he was done for now, I backed off. Panting, It was hard to do when I wanted more, but I knew better.
"I hope you are pleased?" i asked softly, watching him as he leaned against the shower wall.
 
He groaned as he leaned against the wall. "Oh yeah. That was the best blow job I've ever had. Gimme a second and we'll finish our shower..."


He was panting, his cock flaccid between his legs. He could tell she wanted more, craved more, but that was good. He wanted her to always want more.

((Gotta go for now. I'll be back later tonight.))
 
Carmen

ooc: ttyl :)

IC:

Smiling still, I moved forward and helped to wash him down once again, rinsing his hair and helped him to step aside. I quickly washed my body and hair, turning off the shower, I wrapped in a towel and helped him to dry off. Then taking my time as well, I dried off and wrapped my hair.
"May I lay down for awhile?" I asked, tired suddenly from everything.
With his consent I went to his bed and laid down, my eyes closing and instantly asleep it seemed.
 
As she asked if she could lay down he nodded his head. "Of course, today has been a big day, emotionally speaking. Get some rest."

He got dressed in some clean clothes and left the bedroom quietly so he wouldn't wake her.

He walked down to his office, through the smaller room that you have to walk through to get to his office from the hallway. That would be Carmen's space.

There was a collection of office furniture in storage, luckily, there was an elevator that went down there, and the skiff would be able to hold it, at least one peice at a time.

He spent the rest of the afternoon and evening going back and forth, bringing up the furniture and placing it so that she would be looking at the outer door and the inner door and the same time. That way she could anticipate his needs no matter where he was coming from.

He came back to the bedroom with Dinner at around 8:00 Pm, tired and a little sweaty.
 
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Carmen

Taking the tray's from him, I pulled him down to the bed and pulled off his shirt.
"relax Isaac.." I murmured into his ear. I had just woken up only moments before he came in and knew he was tired and worn out. "Dinner smells wonderful, thank you." I kissed his neck tenderly and began to knead the muscles of his broad back.
"When dinner is over, If you wish I could help you shower and then massage the soreness from your body?" I asked softly, my hands still rubbing up and down his back.
 
"A massage sounds wonderful, but I won't be needing a shower. I an relax enough under your care." He smiled. He had indeed fallen somewhat in Love with her. That was one of the reasons he had chosen her in the first place, hoping she would prove suitable for his assistant.

Dinner was mostly finger food, since he didn't have the desire to make anything more difficult to cook, or eat. He started to eat slowly, relaxing in bed with his slave.
 
((Yay, reviving old threads. I know it's been awhile, but I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things. So, here we go. Isaac is still played by myself, Sweetp is once again reprising her role as Carmen, and Khan-e is joining as the next subject.))

Time passed quickly for Isaac and Carmen, before long, a month had passed. They spent their days working on the business of capturing and enslaving women, and fucking their brains out. Isaac had established some ground rules for Carmen, and layed them out to her during the first week. When she was outside and in public, she was allowed to wear normal clothes, and call him Isaac. Though she was not allowed to speak of what he actually did or what she went through. Obvious precautions, but precautions none the less.

Isaac also hoped she would help him to capture and condition other women, for clients who had someone in mind. He intended on sending her out to gather information as well as himself, to have her pose as another captive, and to generally add a new element to the whole process that could be exploited.

Afterthe first month, they had a client. And a target. She had already been under surveillance for roughly a week, and the time to take her was drawing near.
 
By Invitation of Vagrant

OOC: Patty Decker, 21 years old, College Junior, Majoring in Childhood Education. Patty is 5'2", Red hair flowing down past her shoulders, Green Eyes, 34B-26-26. She is very attractive, but doesn't realize it. She has always been shy. She has had very few sexual encounters and enjoyed none of them. She has never had an orgasm, not even from masturbation. She looks at sex as a biological process designed for reproduction.

IC: Patty sat at the Diner counter having her usual lunch, a BLT with no Mayo, side salad, and iced tea. She had the same lunch every week-day, at the same diner, at the same time. Patty was very much a creature of habit. Such routines made her feel safe, secure.

For the past four days she had noticed a couple sitting in the corner booth. They were also there every day. Patty found comfort in the fact that other people also followed routines. She had no idea this couple was there purely for the purpose of watching her. She had no idea they had watched her from morning to night for almost a week. If Patty had known of such surveillance she would have been too frightened to function.

Instead, Patty, in her ignorance, decided to approach the couple. Perhaps they could provide some conversation. Patty was a lonely girl, having no close friends. Finishing her lunch she walked to the booth.

"Hi, mind if I join you?"
 
Carmen

"Here she comes." Speaking softly, I watched Isaac closely across from myself. He knew eventually he'd have to approach the girl, hopefully things went as planned?

"Well Isaac.." I spoke a little louder, knowing this time she could hear me, "I would love to see your art sometime.. Perhaps one of these nights when you are available?"

They were playing it cool. It did amuse me to pretend I did not know Isaac all that well.. But would it bair Patty?

"Hi, mind if I join you?" A soft, timid voice spoke to my right, a pleasant smile spreading over my face as I turned to look at her. It's no wonder Isaac wanted this one.. Her eyes were striking, expressive..

"Hello. Uh.." I glanced at Isaac for permission and with his slight nodding of approval, I scooted over. "Sure, have a seat."

Bait taken? Or curiousity? This girl was harder to read than I thought.

"Hi, I'm Carmen Jones." I held out my hand and shook her softly, briefly. I let Isaac introduce himself as our waitress came by with a fresh pot of coffee.
 
Patty Decker

"I'm Patty Decker," Patty replied as she took Carmen's hand. There was something akin to a mild electric shock that went through Patty's body at just the touch of the woman's hand. Patty was very unfamiliar with the feeling, but it was a spark of sexual energy.

Patty sat next to Carmen in the booth. The spark continued to grow, a warmth spreading through her body. The feeling, though unusual, was none-the-less pleasant.

"I've noticed you two here the past few days and thought we might get acquainted," Patty said. Almost immediately, Patty felt embarrassed. It was so unlike her to approach people. And, having approached these two, she realized she had nothing to say. She hoped that they would take the lead in the conversation.

Patty could not imagine that either of them would be interested in her and her boring life. Yet she hoped there would be some connection, some common interest.
 
Isaac

((Sorry about the delay, I tutor a few college courses and I've been really busy this week.))

"I think that could be arranged, Ms Jones." The accent to his voice made the lack of a first name less noticeable. But the impression would be given that Carmen and Isaac did not know each other well.

When Patty spoke, and asked to join them, he made a deliberate glance at her left hand, looking for a wedding ring, and found none. "Good afternoon, Ms Decker. You are certianly welcome to join us for lunch. I am Isaac Serano."

He listened to her speak, made note of the inflections and tone of her voice, studied her intently, though did not appear to be doing so.

"Yes I do tend to establish a routine quite quickly when I arrive in a new city. Ms Jones and I have been discussing art.... I am something of an artist myself, but I mainly represent others who wish to purchase, rather than create." All true, to him anyway. What he did WAS a work of art, and those he found women for wanted to purchase rather than oversee the procedure themselves. Isaac had become very proficient at hiding the whole truth in itself.

"And what gives meaning to you, Ms Decker?" He asked their recently silent lunchtime-companion.
 
Carmen

Smiling softly, I watched the girl sit and flush a little. She was being brave, breaking out of her shell to approach us like this. I was impressed.

"And what gives meaning to you, Ms Decker?" Isaac asked.

Turning in my seat a little, I watched her face intently. Trap set, now to snare the 'bunny'.

Gaining confidence wasn't a hard thing for Isaac to do. With his charm, soft spoken manner and education, he kept anyone's attention.

"Yes, please. Do tell. I've rambled on for two days to this poor man about myself, would be nice to let someone else speak." I chuckled and never let my smile falter.

It wasn't hard to give her my attention. After reading her file, Patty was a very interesting young woman.
 
Patty Decker

"I like art!" Patty blurted out, realizing how inane it sounded even as she said it. Her face turned red. Patty was realizing just how poor her conversational skills really were.

Now that she had already jumped in there was no easy way out. So Patty continued her rambling, hoping she wasn't too boring.

"I'm in college, studying Childhood Education. I'd like to teach in an Early Education program after I graduate next year."

Patty found herself staring into Carmen's eyes. They were mesmerizing. Patty wasn't a lesbian. At least she didn't think she was. She hadn't had enough sexual experience to really determine her sexual orientation. But she found herself attracted to this woman for some reason.

Realizing she had been staring, she pulled her eyes away and looked at Isaac. He, too, had hypnotic eyes. Patty looked into his eyes and felt her stomach flutter.

She tried to deal with her nervousmess and the odd feelings she was having by talking, "They have good food here, don't they?"
 
Isaac

He listened to her ramble with the relaxed posture of someone confident in their position. He noticed the attention payed to his companion, as well as himself.

"Well if Colleges still have the same quality of food as they did when I was at Oxford, all those years ago..." He chuckled. "Then yes I would agree this place have very good food indeed."

"It almost seems a shame that I will be leaving the city within a few days." He looked to them both. "It is hard to give up such mealtime companions."
 
Patty Decker

Patty looked into Isaac's eyes. They were almost hypnotic in their intensity. Patty knew very little about sex, but she did know this man was sexy. She tried to relax, taking a deep breath.

Then she spoke, "You went to Oxford? That must have been exciting. I could only afford a State University. My grades in high school weren't good enough for me to get any scholarships."

Patty knew she was rambling again. She hoped Carmen and Isaac didn't consider her a complete idiot. She could feel herself blushing. But she desperately wanted the conversation to continue. It had been so long since she had anyone to really talk with. As she sat at the booth with Carmen and Isaac, Patty realized just how lonely her life had become. Patty wanted these two interesting new acquantances to like her.

"It is a shame you have to leave so soon. After all, we just met," Patty stated. "Does you travel a lot in your line of work? And just what do you think of our little city?"
 
"Yes, I studied Law and History, and yes, I realize it is a tad bit cliche, but that is the truth." He smiled.

They chatted while they ate the remainder of their lunches, and he said that he had enjoyed his time in the city. As he was finishing his cell phone rang. "Hello? Yes actually, I have been looking over your selection all morning. You have a fine taste sir. Yes, procurement and preparation will begin quite shortly. I assure you, the quality of the work will exceed your expectations. I will, thank you. Have a nice day." And he hung up the phone.

"That was my client. He is becoming a tad bit impatient for the item he has asked me to acquire for him." He chuckled. "Lunch is on me. Can I give you ladies a lift somewhere?" He ecpected Carmen to agree, and she would know exactly what the phone conversation was about, including the parts he didn't tell Patty.
 
Carmen

I smiled when I should, nodded in agreement and listened to them talk. Things were going alright so far, but how to 'seal the deal'?

"I would love a lift Isaac, but first.. you simply must show me your art exhibit before you leave here." I smiled my best charming smile and leaned towards Patty, whispering into her ear, but loud enough Isaac could hear.

"He has the most breath taking collection, So I've heard.. And who knows when he will return to our quaint little town." I patted her hand and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Now Isaac, say you will? For me?" It would be much easier to aquire said art piece without the hassles of drugging... but it was an option too for I carried a sleep agent in undectable powder form.

"Patty? You must come too..." I gave her a little look, pleading mostly. Let her believe, or think perhaps we were safer in numbers? Maybe, or maybe she would accept since we were so 'nice'? Here's hoping..

I fell silent, waiting, watching the two of them for a decision.
 
Patty Decker

"May I come?" Patty asked, hoping the excitement in her voice wasn't too evident.

"I'd love to see your art collection, Isaac, if I could. I really do like art. I go to the local art museum often. And I visit the local gallery."

Patty was rambling, almost babbling. She hadn't been so excited in a long time. She wanted Isaac and Carmen to like her. She found each of them fascinating.

"Are you more interested in painting or sculpture?" Patty asked, trying to show her knowledge and interest in art.

"You know this reminds me of those scenes in the movies where the guy offers to show the girl his 'etchings'."

Patty smiled at what she thought was a humorous, little joke. Isaac and Carmen smiled, too. But they understood the context of the joke much more than Patty.
 
Isaac

"I'd be most happy to show you the things I have collected over the years. It's not much, but it takes quite a piece to become a part of my collection." He smiled. Carmen was certainly doing well. He wasn't sure if she was trying to help him avoid drugging the girl, or simply helping to get her alone.

He was still planning on using drugs, so Carmen could pose as another victim. He had never tried such an approach before, and was curious how it might play out. He'd never have considered it with two fresh captives, they would gain emotional strength from each other... but Carmen is not a fresh Captive. Not a captive at all, in truth.

"Well then, shall we depart? My car is waiting outside."
 
Carmen

"Uh, sounds great Isaac. Mind if I follow in my car? I might have to go suddenly due to work or my boyfriend... Beepers.." I made an excuse most women would have made. "Patty could ride with me.. If you don't have a car here?" I smiled at her warmly.

He was playing this as risky as I was, but it seemed more 'real' to do things this way.. My foot slid across the floor stopping next to his. With a sweet little smile, I let my toes play with his a moment. Daring as always, but mindful of his wishes..

The waitress arrived clearing our table, a sure sign to go our seperate ways or follow Isaac.
 
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