Demis are commonly bred by professional breeders before being sold to their new masters on slave markets. They can never truly be free, as even when t...eir master sets them “free”, the master is still legally responsible for the slave and may punish them as he sees fit. Therefore, for a master to set a slave free, not only has the master to be a very benevolent one, but he also needs to trust his slave not to cause any trouble for him, which is why there aren’t many free demis, although they do. "H..." "Hello," that's my familiar voice, good Nichole picked up the phone. "Hello Mr. Ford." "Keri?" Yes that right Mr. Ford, I wanted to tell you that your daughter iswhore. She blew us off, and now were going to tell everyone about herlittle sex romp with Ron. Have a nice day."Nichole is dead silent, and Keri just slammed the phone. She's stillsilent, she grunted, and now she slammed it too. "Nichole, get your ass down here!"I can't wait to see the look on her face. Look her in the eyes. In fact, so bright was the moonlight that she felt a twinge of unease. Her shadow stretched ahead of her over the silvery ground. Glancing down at her body, she was dismayed to see patches of dirty white skin clearly visible. Wincing in anticipation, she knelt and clumsily rolled in the icy mud. Only when she was satisfied that every inch of her pale, betraying skin was covered by the stinking mixture of mud and pig manure did she rise, shivering. She reached the track beyond the blessedly open. "Jessica, hand the knife to Crewman Watts before I add another corpse to the ocean."Jessica shakily managed to relinquish the knife to Julie and sat back down slowly. James put the gun safely back in his waist bag and zipped the plastic closed on the boat cover. He put the cover over the other piece so they were stacked again and then sat down facing Jessica.She growled, "Big man with the gun thinks he's in charge."James slapped her again, "Shut the fuck up. I'm in charge because I was First.