It was a bigger deal than I had imagined. Everyone in the village was looking for me, perhaps to gain some prestige from the king. Not to mention th... other bandit leaders where trying to find me, to hold me for ransom. Something told me if my father found out I was captive in an enimies base, then the people in that base wouldn't be around for very long. No king knew about this, for we lived very far from any of the kingdoms.Eventually, when my parents became desperate, they put up a 10,000. Casually putting them in position over their perfect tits they then pulled themselves out of the pool, spun around and were sitting on the edge.Looking at Barbara, Susan grumped, "That's twice today, Slave! How can I ever whip you if you keep beating me? And I do so desperately want to stripe your body again with bloody welts!" Just do it, mistress," Barb replied casually. "The other slave owners routinely beat their slaves. It's for the maintenance of good order and discipline, I hear." With a. We worked on a form that suited us the best and the fabricator produced the documents with the words already on it. We were happy to see that none required a magistrate but all had lawyers signatures affixed to them. This was mainly as a witness though and anybody else could substitute.When we finished this task the activity in the back had stopped too. All three had been too tired to continue but I knew that Tom would try if needed. We drove to a third section of town and found Herminia's. And while I'll say it won't be pretty, you'll be glad to be nice and pretty for me won't you slut?" Yes, Mistress Kimberly," I gulped, my mind racing...my adrenalin pumping wondering what the hell I was doing here especially answering to my assistant."First, it's time for a new videotape," and releasing her grip on my wet panties and cock, Kimberly walked across the table to hold up a video tape lableled 'Slut's submission the early sessions tape 2.' "We're going to make a little sequel.