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slippedhalo

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OOC: I require a dominant male to take 'Jane' as his sub and teach her all about life by also teaching her to be his perfect sex toy.


"Jane Doe" http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h2/AngeliaAvrielle/ll.jpg
Age:? Appearance: 21, was created in a lab and born an adult, has never been on her own.


IC:
Jane was created in a lab to be the perfect sex kitten companion? She has knowledge of all forms of pleasure, information about sexual and general health, can converse on most topics, and is sexy as hell but she has had no childhood. She was matured in a biochamber and born at the physical maturity of a twenty year old.

Having lost their funding and gone bankrupt, the company which created her has gone belly up and released her into society with an erased memory and three hundred dollars in her pocket. She was put on a bus going to New York City and when she gets off she has no idea where she is or where to go. With her memory wiped she can't remember where she came from, how she came to be, or even why her instincts are so...sexual. All she remembers of life was the bus ride to New York City.
 
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OOC: I'll give this a shot.

IC:

John, Twenty-four, six-one with a lean build, dark hair and shamrock green eyes. A Computer Systems Administrator for a Fortune 500 Financing firm was walking to work for the first time. He'd taken a tour of the building, Crest Financial, and got familiarized with the system the day before, but today would be his first real day of paying work. His apartment was still mostly empty, furnishing was sparse, but his first few paychecks would change that promptly.

His mind wandered as he walked with a confident spring in his step, he was admittedly quite lonely here he left all his friends, family, and acquaintances behind for this job, but the pay promised to be worth finding new friends...And company in the evening.

John shook the thought of companionship from his brain, his pace quickened to a more brisk walk, he couldn't afford be late.
 
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It took a great deal of courage for her to get off the bus. The bus had been her whole life as far as she remembered and she was frightened at the prospect of joining the bustling city streets outside of it. Everyone walked with a purpose, looked to be going somewhere. Jane....was that her name, she vaguely remembered someone calling her that once so she supposed it must be....Jane looked around timidly as she stepped off, her backpack strapped to her back, the contents of which she couldn't remember. She stoood in the middle of the thouroughfare staring in bewilderment for quite some time until someone yelled at her to move and shoved her into the nearest building as they passed, then the crowd swarmed past and she remained trapped against the building, watching the people go by, all knowing where they were goingn, knowing who they were...she didn't know,she wanted to know but couldn't remember a thing. Feeling confused and overwhelmed, Jane began to weep.
 
[[OOC: My apologies, got busy with work and such]]

As John drew near one of the dozens of bus stops that dotted the square mile or so surrounding his apartment he stood back and allowed everyone to get off the bus, but the dozens of people whom were busy and in a hurry did not feel as inclined to extend the courtesy to some of the slower patrons leaving the bus. As the crowd part and people shuffled along, the smarter residents of the city got out of the way whereas one was savagely pushed into the wall of a nearby building by the mob. John frowned, it wasn't like that where he was from, people weren't nearly as rude, nor would they push an innocent..and admittedly quite attractive, young woman into a building like that?

John, always the gallant one, rushed to her aid, or at least trying to, people rushing past repeatedly shoved past pushing her back into the wall. Angrily he shouted at many to get out of the way, most did so willingly, despite being hard headed and selfish no one who'd lived in the city for any period of time wanted to screw with a potential psychopath. As the mob moved from the wall she slid to the ground, John was there in moments to catch her underneath the arms before she was entirely on the ground. Her face bore an expression that could only be described as hopelessness and bewilderment, it was then that John noticed that she was weeping.

"Miss? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
 
"No. I do't think so." replied Jane, grabbing hold of the first person with a friendly face she'd seen. "I just....I don't know where to go..."and with that she began to weep again, letting him lift her and carry her past the mob. She put her head upon his shoulder and cried a little more. "Please, take me with you, take me home....I have nothing anymore...I don't even know who I am." pleaded Jane in a soft, urgent whisper.
 
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John hesitated for a few moments, the strange woman, resting her head on his shoulder and crying, pleading with him to take her home. Her crying stirred up his protective and sympathetic instincts, but her whispering conjured up suppressed sexuality. Either way, she was obviously in need of some place to feel safe; John couldn't tell if she was being literal when she said she didn't know who she was, or if she was being metaphorical. Women were an enigma, he knew he should have probably taken her to see a doctor, or something, but...

"Alright, don't worry, you'll be safe with me." With those words John's workday was pushed completely from his mind.

His hesitation past he continued walking back in the direction of his apartment building, she was light, almost weightless in her arms, but her warmth was a pleasant sensation he hadn't felt in quite some time. It was turning out to be a more interesting day than he had originally thought.
 
Jane felt calmer in this man's presence. His strong arms lifted and carried her away from the confusing bustling city streets and into a building. As they entered a small box with doors that opened and closed automatically and numbered buttons on one wall she looked up at him as the doors shut. "This is where you live? There's no room for me here. How do you sleep in this place?" she asked, quite seriously but felt silly as the doors opened to reveal the box had brought them someplace. It became apparent that it was a form of transport, like the bus, she supposed.

She could see from the window that they were now much higher than they had been a few minutes before. "Oh...nevermind, I see it was a way to take us up." she reasoned aloud.

The expression on his face as she spoke made her feel tiny and stupid. "I'm sorry." apologized Jane. "Sometimes I can remember whole chunks of information and sometimes...sometimes I forget even things that seem pretty simple. I must seem very strange to you...I'm sorry." she said again, burying her head in his chest again to hide the shame in her face, using her long auburn hair asa shield from viewing the man's reactions to her.
 
I must seem very strange to you...I'm sorry." she said again, burying her head in his chest again to hide the shame in her face, using her long auburn hair asa shield from viewing the man's reactions to her.

John cupped her chin gently, brushing the hair from her eyes and gazing into her moist eyes; He smiled at her reassuringly, "So you truly don't remember who you are? Where your from? Do you ...Even remember you name?" He idly stroked her cheek with his thumb, her skin was smooth, unlike any other woman he'd ever seen --she was truly gorgeous.
 
"My name was meant to change with my owners...I am currently Jane Doe."she replied almost as an automatic response as he unlocked a door and pushed it open to let them inside. "This must be where you live. Makes much more sense." she said, finding her feet as he set her down to stand.

She actively looked around the place. "I think I still have some things in my backpack from my old life. I don't remember." she said vaguely, pulling the pack off of herself and opening it to check the contents. 300 dollars in an unmarked envelope, a skimpy black dress, a pair of handcuffs, a leatherbound tiny copy of the kamasutra, a pamphlet for a cloning laboratory called ClonedPets...
"ClonedPets! That's where I'm from! Normally they create pets for people, dogs, cats, birds...I was a new experiment, a private pet. They trained me to be the perfect sex toy...they ran out of money, not enough funding to make sister versions of me and sell...they must have done something to my memory in the hopes their experiment would not be discovered by authorities." reasoned Jane. "Well, now what do I do?"
 
John listened to Jane's story with intent disbelief, idly flipping through the pamphlet and eying the 'pocket-sized' kamasutra for a moment before a pair of handcuffs appeared from inside her backpack.

"Well, now what do I do?"

John swallowed hard, he wasn't entirely sure what to say, he could call he police or a hospital, but the ending that prospect promised was not a pleasant one for her. She would likely be viewed as a science experiment and analyzed as such. John had seen her cry, exhibit human emotions, and being a clone that is what she was --despite what those whom cloned her had intended her to be.

"Well, Jane," John said evenly, setting down the pamphlet. "That's up to you. You're more than welcome to stay with me as long as you like. As you can see my domicile is ...Empty, I've no qualms with sharing it with you until you figure out what you want to do." He finished, a serene, welcoming smile on his face.
 
Jane nodded, "I'd like that." she answered softly.

A long moment of silence passed between them before she asked, "Do you know what that book is? I am proficient in every known sexual method and position...I am a very good..." she blushed as she realized by his expression this might not be the best thing to be bragging about and lamely finished her statement, "...lay."
 
John chuckled heartily for a few moments after her statement that she finished with a blush. His laughter continued for a few moments as he answered, "Yes, the kamasutra is...a sort of sexual thesarus, it...shows you multiple ways to do the same basic act."

He continued to try to suppress his laughter, while at the same time trying to make her comfortable with what she quite apparently was. "Don't feel obligated to prove it," He said, holding in the laughter and trying not to make it sound like too much of an innuendo proving to be difficult.
 
"Why not? It is what I was made to do?" she asked, slightly hurt by his laughter. "Why are you laughing at me?" asked Jane. "Have I said something wrong, Master?"she asked.
 
John promptly silenced his laughter, the hurt tone in her voice telling him that his nervous laughter was not what she was looking for.

"Have I said something wrong, Master?"she asked.

Master... Why did he like the sound of that so much? John began to reconsider, it all seemed to 'out there', perhaps she was just a woman looking for a man to play along. If it was an act, however, she won the academy award, her tears and emotions seemed too genuine to...well...to be faked.

He smiled, "Why don't you prove it to me, then."
 
Jane smiled, beginning to undress in a sexy striptease for him.

As she stood before him in nothing but her high heels, her perfect auburn landing strip glistening with excited moisture, she asked, "What do you prefer we do first, Master? Do you like it rough? Would you prefer to be on top or do you prefer your woman on top? Would you like to be serviced first? " she asked, stepping closer and caressing his face with her fingertips lovingly as she asked for her orders.
 
"What do you prefer we do first, Master? Do you like it rough? Would you prefer to be on top or do you prefer your woman on top? Would you like to be serviced first? "

John snaked his arm around her waist pulling her body close to his, while his other hand rested gently on her finely shaped behind. "All in good time, my dear, but first you will have the privilege of servicing me." John threw it all to the wind and immersed himself, there was no point in passing up an opportunity that most men could only fantasize about.
 
Jane smiled and dropped to her knees, helping Master out of his pants, anxious to see his beautiful cock.
 
Jane flashed John a sultry smile before slowly sinking to her knees before him, fingers nimbly removing his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, allowing them to drop to the floor without ceremony.

She bit her lip anxiously upon seeing the bulge in John's flannel boxers; John slid his fingers into her hair, roughly grabbing a hold of a handful of it, "Show master how much you appreciate him!"
 
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"Mmmmm, yes." murmured Jane, licking the tip, then wrapping her plump lips slowly and tightly around the head of his cock, looking up at him with an approval seeking glance before beginning a rhythm of sucking him off like the trained pro she was.
 
John's fingers tightened in her hair as her head began to bob on his member, groaning slightly when her tongue began to swirl around the head and when her hand slid up his thigh and cupped his sac.
 
Jane even began to humm as she fellated her new Master, anything to bring him pleasure.
 
John groaned louder, the humming in the back of her throat brining new sensations to his cock. His hand pushing her head further down on his cock roughly.
 
She could feel his balls tightening under her ministrations and knew it wouldn't be long before he blew his load. She was prepared to suck and swallow all of it, even lick him clean. Jane didn't remember much but she knew she loved cum.
 
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