I cried, drooled around his hard shaft and gagged like hell while he verbally abused me and got rock hard…all 12 inches of it. He seemed massive. Wh...le fucking my face he also told me what he was going to do to me; with an occasional good hard slap to my burning cheeks. There were a few more playful face-slaps in there, some hard forcing of his cock while I continued crying and trying to breathe through my snotty nose.It had stopped being fun and I was damned glad I was getting paid for it!Once. .. if I try to do exactly what Carol would do... I'm so busy pondering my alibis and alternatives that I don't even notice Bill preparing to fuck me until it's too late. Suddenly I can feel him mounting my ass from behind, his legs forcing mine even further apart, something hard and hot probing the walls of my pussy. I can feel Bill's wiry chest hair rubbing against my back. "Bill... Bill..." His lips are up against my ear. "You ready to get fucked, Carol?" I moan incoherently. The head of. We showered, dressed and were off to meet Svetlana. The tour started with a walk around the city, with stops for coffee and pastries. Then we boarded a bus, and rode a good 45 minutes to the mansion. The outside was white stone, with ornate iron, brass, and gold decorative fixtures. Then you step inside to lavish carpets, tapestries, and chandeliers. Svetlana explains the history, and origins of the luxurious items, hand carved wall plates of wood and brass. Some decorative leather pieces also. She forcibly stripped me of my bra and panties. She waved them around like trophies. I was left entirely nude in the harem quarters, which was a very dangerous position to be in. Some of the slave bullies also stole my blanket and food rations. We were used for the entertainment of the guards. One of their favorite activities was forcing us slavegirls to wrestle each other in the nude. I tried to use non-violence towards my fellow slaves, but that lead to painful beatings, so I had no choice.