Farah Zhavani, both of whom had been quite physical with me. They had proven quite contrite and thrown themselves at my mercy, surrendering to my will...and whims by agreeing to serve as my sex slaves. I had a sneaking suspicion by now that they were not only motivated by fear of prison, but also by their apparent lust for me as well. After all, why risk their lives, careers, freedom, etc. unless I was really worth it to them on some level?Then there was that girl, yeah ... her. The one from the. I watched her body tensed and relaxed at each smack. blood rushed to the hurt area and her ass turned red and spotty. Evidently, she went back into the state of arousal that had once possessed her. Her cunt was practically drooling with need."Look at your worthless cunt, whore." I mused as I rubbed my fingers along the wet crevice. "It's so wet and ready. I'm sure you want something big and hard inside you right now."The brunette mewled in what sounded like somewhere between wanting me and. Without feeling any of them, she told me the second, so that is how I did her hair. I continued to make her look at things like the panties I held up to ask which color she liked the most. When we got to the cafeteria, she asked me to help her find the non-nasty food, but I refused.“It is on the sign. Just read it,” I told Wren.She did, without using her fingers to read the Braille.“Don’t go for what looks like fried rice. It isn’t a meal they made nasty on purpose, and it was already nasty. No make-up, Helen noticed. 'I hope I look that good without “slap” when I’m her age,' she thought. “Are they friends of yours?” was what she said. “Not really, but they’re great fun, don’t you think so?” When she said this, she looked straight into Helen’s eyes, somewhat mockingly, she thought. Helen could feel herself colouring a bit. The woman obviously knew what they’d been up to. Had Abbie and Joan told her what they’d done? Did people do that? She felt so naïve, and knew it wasn’t just a.