'oh fuck off.' she purred. 'you know my name dosnt matter.' Jason, her current owner who was trying to sell her to me bent down to her and slapped her... hard, in the head.i began to wonder if a wild horse would be too much trouble for the price that she was. the other girls were already broken, accepting their fate, polite. i thought about my wife, Seala, back at my townhouse near San diego. She was submissive and scared of me, and never argued when i went out of town for 'business'. sometimes i. ..U...T...SLUT! Hey Valie, it says slut!”“Like, oh my gawd! I’m a slut! And this, like, says SLUT! That’s, like, so cool!”“Put it on! Put it on!” encouraged Traci.Valie did just that. It fit tightly around her sagging, heavy titties and her dark nipples were plainly visible through the thin white fabric.“Oh my gawd! I, like, totally love it!” she exclaimed when she saw herself in the mirror.“Yeah, you look really cheep,” said Candyass. “I don’t know where we’re gonna find a bottom, though. Your. “I’m afraid you make some money or sleep in the streets.” I bite my lip and look up at him. He’s pretty handsome, I suppose. An older gentleman, black hair beginning to sink into gray, but still looking well-kept and combed. Under a really girly, mint-green apron is a worn pair of black dress pants and a long, white button-up shirt. But the thing that really pushes me is his eyes. Sky-blue with flecks of gold around it. Gorgeous, I tell you. After snapping his fingers a few times, he gets my. Never.” Something was dying inside of me: my faith. And while I quietly grieved over the loss, my fallen angel enveloped me in his arms and spread his great dark wings. I couldn’t see them, but I heard them… that loud, sudden flap that sounded like a powerful gust of wind. “Ask yourself something, my sweet,” he said. “Have I taken anything from you?” “No.” “Have I ever forced myself on you?” “Never.” “Why have I pledged my devotion to you, Davina?” “Because…” “Say it.” “Because… you…” .