My body is His, and if He says i am beautiful, then i am. No matter what i look like to others, i am beautiful in His eyes, and because of that i h...ld my head high for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me? If He says i am His princess, then i am that…regal and graceful. And if i see laughter at me in the eyes of others, i do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong? If He says i am His toy, His slut, His tramp, then i am that…as wanton. I could feel it. It was a different temperature and I could feel it filling my stomach. I get enemas daily since he mostly uses my asshole, only when he's in a good mood he fucks my pussy and still doesn't let me cum. 90% of the time when he does let me cum is when he would leave me on a vibe for an hour and make me cum as much as I can, but never from him fucking me (unless we are not playing Slave-Master or it's my birthday). So my belly was filled up, he squeezed out the last drops of water. Erin began to sob and plead for the invasive attention to end. Promising to pay for her perceived error.“Oh you’ll pay all right… pretty one…A fine young foreign cunt like you will pay hard!” the judge growled.Erin started to yell, “Stop this..please..you can’t do this…I am an American citizen..I have rights.I..UUUGGHHCCK”Her protest cut off with quick brute force, as a large wooden rod was wedged between her lips and teeth. Roughly it was strapped tight around her head by one of the callous. When we arrived the situation was grim. The 14th was surrounded on all sides. The gunships rained hell. This gave the 14th some cover, but would be enough. Our pilot hovered over a good spot for us to jump out. Just as we jumped the Vietcong began lighting up the hueys with heavy machine gun fire and the bird was downed.The carnage was unbelievable. The stench of blood, sweat, and spent gunpowder filled the air. I tried to get my footing but a sharp pain coursed through my left leg. Stumbling.