Tila

[.tila]

Tila



Wanted... Dead or Alive
slave name; Tila
real name; Tila
age; 15
DOB; June 14th
race; Asian mix
orientation; Bi
model name; Tila Nguyen
virgin?; y/n No =(

Ooo... She's a little Runaway
history;Tila’s first memories was that of life at an orphanage in Thailand. Having been dropped off there as a mere infant, it was the only life she knew for her childhood and preteen years. It wasn’t a bad life, as she had plenty of friends to play with. However, as she neared twelve, the orphanage had to be closed down due to a lack of funds. Fortunately, Tila found a home and employment at a night club/bar. The work that she was started off with was simple. It was merely cleaning dishes, tidying things up before and after hours, sweeping and washing the floors. At the age of thirteen, she began actual performances.

They were nothing overly sexual, her dances. It started out with simple things, like a supporting back figure role with a troupe of dancers. From there it slowly grew, until she herself left the dance. Wearing a skimpy corset like outfit and fishnets, her cute face and slender body entirely made up for the lack of a chest that would curse her. Tila even got as far as her own solo performances with the pole. Around and around, up and down she would slide. Never fully understanding the nature of what she was doing, she nonetheless enjoyed the cheers and whistles and smiling faces. It was even fun, in a way, for someone energetic and athletic. For these performances, she wore little more than a black tubetop and matching short sweatshorts.

Sadly, that all came to an end. One night, after a long performance, a couple of thugs broke into the club. Going to the first room they came upon, they barged in on the sleeping Tila. The girl woke up with a start as rough hands grabbed her, pulling her out of a peaceful slumber and the warm cocoon she had wrapped herself in with the blankets. The fourteen year old opened her mouth to screen in panic, but all that came out was a muffled “Mnnnnnn!” as a wad of cloth was jammed past her teeth, and sealed in place with several strips of ducttape over her delicate lips. She turned her head from side to side, thrashing as her arms were pinned down by one assailant, and her legs by another. She froze, shivering as her nightgown was cut off her by a pair of scissors. Her legs forcibly spread apart by the second attacker, the third pounded her womanhood mercilessly. This just about broke her, as she felt both shame and pain at being violated. She hardly moved, or felt, as she was bundled up in the still damp sheets, taped up inside, and tossed unceremoniously into the back of a van to vanish in the middle of the night.

Fast forwarding nearly a year later, she was up for sale at the market house. Her previous master, the one she was sold to after she was forcibly taken from the club, had little interest in a sobbing, broken girl.

years as slave; Almost none.
masters; None to date.

Half way there, Oh-OH.
current...
owner None
job None as of yet
relationships None

You wanna make a Memory
enjoys;

• Sunbathing
  
• Chocolates
  
• Dancing
  
• Being a naughty tease
  
• Seafood
  
• The occasional alcoholic drink
  
• Soft, fuzzing things
  
• The odd piece of jewelry
  
• The night
  

hates;

• The dark
  
• Males
  
• Abuse
  
• Being left alone
  
• Pain
  
• American cuisine
  
• When she can't fall asleep
  
• Her small chest
  
• Horror movies
  

Personality

• AffectionateIf treated well and with love, Tila is very loving back. She'll be all smiles and hugs. She almost animal, like a cat, with the way she'll pure and rub her cheek on you!
  
• CheerfulIt's rare to find Tila in a bad mood if she's in a good environment.
  
• SpontaneousShe'll off go from one thing to the next without warning or reason. It's whatever she feels like, and whatever catches her eye.
  
• HonestPerhaps a bit too honest sometimes, she's not afraid to say what's on her mind, or what she thinks.
  
• CuriousShe's always up to trying new, no matter what it is!
  

secrets; She'll never, ever admit it...well, she might, but she finds being tied up and helpless to be very horny, provided it's a girl that's got her tied up!

[PALE!]

The cell door slid to a squeaky close as the guard locked Tila inside, putting up a placard on the door that read:

slave name; Tila
age; 15
DOB; 6/14
race; Asian Mix
orientation; Lesbian
virgin?; No
personality; A bit of a handful sometimes. Best treated with a mix of affection and restraint.

[.tila]

"GEH ISH OUWA I OWTH!! (Get this out of my mouth!)" Tila screamed at the guard as he left. She had been strung up on display, with the impression that leaving her tied and defenseless might help her sell better.

A thin, 'W' shaped piece of rubber had been inserted into her mouth, with the straps tied tight at the back of her head. It kept her delicate pink lips parted for kissing, though it did not entirely quiet her down as planned. Her slender arms were forced apart, both wrists shackled to the opposite ends of a wooden bar suspended from the ceiling. At the other end of her nude body, her ankles were kept apart int he same manner, leaving her completely open to whomever wanted a feel.

[.signorina davina angelina]

"Ah, how this place brings back memories." She whispered softly, running her fingers across empty bars, humming warmly and looking up and down. She had been brought home from these cold, terrible places. But, before, this place wasn't so washed out. It had changed for the worst and it was such a shame... She sighed and turned, hearing a muffling. She smirked a little, turning full face. Her body was thin, she had always been thin. Cold gray orbs watched the girl struggle to be freed from her bonds, "Oh babe." She giggled leaning against the bars. Her breast pressed to the cold bars. She had on a dress, she normally wore dresses in her aging years now a days. Her dress swept the floor, hiding clean shaven legs, her dark blue dress seemed so out of place in such a terrible place. "You look beautiful," She looked at the sign, "Dear Tila." Oh, how could the loveable Davina resist an Asian girl tied up so tightly!? She was there, spread eagle for her to take and play with. She giggled to herself and bit her lip hard, "Oh I like you." She whispered under her breath. She rarely got so excited over a girl now a days! It was so weird and silly of her even. But Signorina Davina couldn't resist the smooth caramel color of her plump skin!

[.tila]

Tila watched Davina approached, and momentarily stopped in her struggled to take in the newcomer. It wasn't often that a female showed interest in her. Most of the time, it was a man, reaching through the bars to run a grubby finger along her pristine hip or pinch her semi-small breasts. She started to drool a little as Davina's lovely C-cups pressed up against the bars. That little bit of saliva trickled out of the corner of her mouth.

The Asian's body was hairless, from her pits to her womanhood. That hair had been permanently removed by her former 'master'. How she had screamed long and hard during that. Not because she had any attachment to that hair, but because it hurt like bloody hell. But now, she was regarding Davina with a hostile curiosity, even though she was helpless and within the mistress's reach.

"Uuu ehhh elll rrr uuuu (Who the hell are you)?" she asked, really wishing she could get the plastic out of her mouth.

[.signorina davina angelina]

She giggled a little, loving that sound. She pulled a key from her breast and pushed it into the lock, unlocking the door. It swung open with a rushy groan and she slipped in, pulling the W out of her mouth, brushing her thumb over her lips. "Davina," She answered smiling as she replaced the key in her breast pocket. "Signorina Davina," She added touching her side and her hip. She looked at her eyes, running her fingers over the creases that made up her eye and smiled warmly. "Oh my dear." She whispered warmly, giggling. "You are so beautiful," Davina commented running her fingers between her breast and over her belly button. Her eyes began to sparkle a little, like she was in love almost. "So clean, not a touch of ink or a hole in you." She whispered looking back up at her. "Tila, you're Asian obviously. I'm Italian." The red haired girl said standing straighter up. "Oh Tila, you are too beautiful to be here."

[.tila]

Brown eyes watched the mistress as she opened the door. Tila was surprised that Davina had a key. Perhaps she was someone special to this place, and had access that regular buyers did not? “Uuah!” she grunted with the W was pulled out of her mouth. She was about to stretch her tongue a little when she felt smooth fingers running over her delicate lips. “W-what are you d-doing?” she stuttered, a little nervous as she felt those fingers running over her sides and hips. Her skin was delightfully soft, as if it was made of silk.

“Aa-ah!” she gasped, inhaling sharply as she felt pressure between her breasts and on her stomach. Still so young and tender, in spite of what had happened to her, those spots were still very sensitive to sensual advances. “T-thanks?” she asked, not used to being complimented on her looks in a non overtly sexual manner, though she figured that was what the woman was here for.

[.signorina davina angelina]

She smiled and nodded, "Don't be rude," She snapped. "Being rude get's you no where." She promised looking at the chained girl. She looked at the young girl and her face softened. "Oh my." She smiled again, "I do like you." She nodded and stepped away from her a little, "Do you want to come home with me?" She questioned, "I only house women, Tila. We will take a male once in a while and it all depends on if they want to stay or not." She smiled and sighed, "But I am here looking for... A new pet." She said her long pretty finger nails tapping her palm, "You where salivating at my breast, all you want is someone to care for you, tear Tila." She looked at her sign, "You want to be someone's toy, so they can love and care for you, forever." She said nodding, "Is that true?" She questioned.

[.tila]

Tila was a little taken aback when Davina reprimanded her, and she fell quiet, a little of a shock and shame on her face. She fell quiet as the mistress spoke, listening to her talk. How true those words were, and how deep to the heart they went. She nodded her head tearfully, sniffling as a few large tears made their way down her cheek.

“*sniff* yes….” she said softly. “Please….take me with you. I…I promise I’ll be a good girl! Whatever you ask!” she said, quickly glancing up at Davina, afraid the woman would suddenly vanish on her.

[.signorina davina angelina]

Davina flipped her hair back slightly and watched her. She walked out the door and snapped, "Guards," She called and pointed to Tila, "I'm taking her." She said pulling out a picture ID, "Put her on my tab?" She questioned as the guard came in and began to untie her, slipping the collar unique to Davina's mansion around her neck. "And I want cloths, you think these girls can keep themselves warm by nothing on them!" She snapped at the guard. He only rolled his eyes and got a skimpy dress, handing it to her, "Dress her, fool!" She snapped. He glared but did as he was told, pulling it on her and spanking her, "There," He grumbled and walked out. Davina smiled and walked to her, kissing her cheek, "Common now," She said leading her out.

[.tila]

Once freed from the cuffs, Tila rubbed her slightly reddened wrists a little bit, looking at her tiny hands. She was quiet at Davina ordered the guard around, now meek and entirely under the older girl’s protection. She didn’t want to act out of place, lest she be punished already. She held still, shivering a little as she was clad in the dress. A light red fabric, the straps hung around her neck, leaving her back exposed all the way to her tail bone. The bottom hem stopped ¾ of the way down her thigh. The front had a v cut down the center to her bellbutton, with the two straps positioned at the top of her breasts and holding up the rest of her dress. The v cut also exposed the inner side of her breasts.

She yelped as her rump was smacked, and she glared at the guard as he left. Now freed, she clinging to Davina’s arm, wrapping her tiny slender ones around it as she pressed it to her breasts. “Don’t forget ma’am, she’s gotta be bound and muzzled outside your mansion” one of the guards reminded Davina.

[.signorina davina angelina]

Signorina Davina simply rolled her eyes, "My my, all you wonder why these girls hate you." She said walking her out of the cage, "Speak to me again young man and I'll have you fired." She threatened simply, walking away and holding her close, "Come now, Tila." She said softly as she lead her to a room with silk cording and apple gags. He tied her arms first, gently keeping them to her side and humming warmly. She always did this herself, not allowing men to wrap her property up! She ran her fingers all over her skin, cooing lovingly and kissing her ears softly, "Oh my Tila." She moaned, already overly excited to be there with her. She slipped her fingers under her skirt a moment and tickled her folds just a little, "Oh so tiny!" she teased smiling at her, "I love it," Davina whispered in her ears.

She sighed looking at the cord with the red rubber ball in the middle so she wouldn't speak... "I hate these things, so I'm terribly sorry." She said putting it between her lips and buckling her, "I normally can get away with it, if I'm mean enough to the guard, they forget and don't tell me to do it... But often they send one guard to get the abuse then a little later another one to make sure I follow the rules." She smiled and kissed her nose. "Ready? You look starving!!"

[.tila]

She tossed one last nasty, venomous glare at the guard, complete with sticking her tongue out at him, before letting herself be led away by Davina. Brought into the room, she glanced around at the ropes and gags. Even her short time as a slave, or abuse rather, she had never been bound. At least not in this kind of manner. Before, it was just to keep her shut up and still to be raped.

Tila watched as her slender arms were fixed to her side. A pleasant shiver ran down her spine, and she grinned a little, not even bothering to check the ropes to see if she could slip out. Probably not, in Davina’s expert hands. She giggled as her ears were kissed, and nearly dropped to the floor as her womanhood was teased. “OH!!” she cried out, the slight, gentle touch down there giving her a rush that turned her cheeks red.

She obediently parted her tiny pink lips and pearly whites for the ball gag. Once it was inside, she bit down on it a little, and tried pushing it out with her tongue, to no avail of course. “HhhhHhhh” she laughed, or tried to, as Davina kissed her again. “Es weese, I arring! (Yes please, I’m starving!)” she answered, trying to talk through the gag.

[.signorina davina angelina]

Davina smiled and took her waist, leading her outside into the open warm hair. The stink of the place was lifting off both girls and a limo was sitting in front of them. She smiled and kissed her cheek, "Common, babe. We're going to bathe you and feed you." She said smiling and kissing her neck softly. She smiled still and sighed. She couldn't resist herself! A new Asian, she was so terribly beautiful she couldn't take her eyes off her. She opened the door for her and tapped her bum, pushing her in and slipping in next to her. She leaned over and kissed her lips lovingly, smiling. "Tila..." She just wanted to give this little girl love!!!