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- It brought back all my fond memories and dormant desires. So now mom is a family slave to use and abuse anytime we want. Whatever you two have going on, that's up to you. The one thing that will change, is that mom will be going to a lot more of my business meetings and trips to help woo the clients. Any questions? We were both too shocked to ask anything at that moment. We just stared at our dad, in shock. Well, then how about you ladies get us some popcorn and we take a look at our private family album. This is the end of this story. This chapter was added by reader demand. I will not add another. Please like, share, reblog, vote and comment as appropriate. Feedback is a gift. I’d come to peace with the fact that I’d been kidnapped. The memory still burned--me getting thrown in a gray car not long after school got out on September 28, stretched out on the crumb-coated floor of the backseat, with men’s shoes pressing me down, rubber-stamping red ridges in my skin, with a “Shh, you’re okay, baby” for every whimper and a stomp on the throat for every scream. But it was merely a memory from my old life, I kept telling myself. Wherever I was now, whatever day it was now, all I had to focus on was my new life, a life where I didn’t have to do homework or study for tests or go to cross-country practice or think about applying Feeling Better The Indian Way to college. All I had to do was submit to the men who took me. I struggled at first, but my masters had experienced plenty of outbursts from panicked little “freshly picked flowers,” as they put it, and they sure knew how to train a girl out of it. The first night, Master DA told me to inhale a plastic toy he had so he could teach me Tracy That Good Feeling to trust him. He’d save me, he said. A screaming match followed for much longer than it should have. Finally, I wiped my burning tears and Teens Feeling Her Boobs decided I could work up the nerve to do it, just this once. So for a few seconds, he watched me jerk and writhe and reach for the edge of my very life, and indeed, alix feeling he grabbed me and did the Heimlich. Ah, I wanted to stay in those big strong arms forever, so warm, loving me enough to rescue me. Master AK and Master MT made my first meals, far better than what I’d expected as a slave--ramen, macaroni and cheese, spaghetti. But they fed me when the noodles were still scalding hot, and I couldn’t spit. The goal was to disable my instinct and make it feel more natural for my masters’ commands to reign supreme. “You can do it, Cassie!” Master MT would hiss, huddled up by my side, clutching my trembling hand. That’s not my name, but they said their girls had to have a new one as a mark of their new life. “Swallow!” And they were so proud of me when I did--once I could do it without any signs of resistance, they rewarded me with a fresh tube of lip gloss. How sweet, I thought. I can’t tell you how many masters I had. Surely over a dozen, I think. The next day, a lot of them got the chance to have some alone time with me, just Feeling Her Tit time to chat and laugh and cuddle. They all told me that they did this because they knew I deserved a happier, more meaningful life than the tiring cycle of academic responsibilities and career ambitions and the dreaded uncertainties of young adult life, and you know what? I was genuinely thankful for that, and I told them so! They said Master LC, the one in command who went out to work to support the whole slavehouse, knew my name and knew where my family lived, and if my folks ever tried to take me back to my dreadful old life, he would kill them horribly and bring me back where I belong. I didn’t mind because I didn’t even want to leave at this point. I thought things could only get better from there. But I had to reconsider that thought when Master JR administered the final step in my training. He strapped me down on a big plank of wood and told Master TE to get the marked bowl from the fridge. Uh oh. “Now, Cassie, sweetie, you’re going to get really scared. Don’t. You’re okay. These guys can’t hurt you; they just tickle you. Even if you get them in your mouth, it’s fine, not like they’re poisonous or anything. I thought he was never going to stop, and he sure was energetic about it. I saw Jamie Feeling Better The Indian Way getting alix feeling into a fight Teens Feeling Her Boobs with one of the boys. Like a savage he pounded her arse and she did the only thing she knew how, to ease her pain – rubbing her clit. His erection, far more massive than Wade's, was enough to make a horse jealous. “What?!” Elsie asked, suddenly cranking up Feeling Her Tit her volume once more. Currently the records were indicating very low. I wanted to get a new car. I told her the address and gave her Jessica’s name. She knew my limits, like, I’m not even remotely curious about my sexuality. I rub your clit harder and faster as you lean over to kiss me. You gasp and your body tenses up. “Hell, did you know…” He chuckled again. Iron. Instead of long flowing blond hair, she now had shorter hair that barely covered her ears. Then of course he introduced a few chosen friends and I would sometimes be having sex with three or even four men all over sixty. First she felt his hot hands over her breasts and second she felt his hot member ram into her bare buttocks. Slowly sex became just an after thought, something she could Tracy That Good Feeling easily live without. Her face was pink now, eyes leaking tears as they stared desperately up at him. For Chili, it had been more than just sex: he had been intimate with a woman he’d been immediately attracted to the moment he’d laid eyes on her several years before.
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